“Well, if I could not think of inconveniences when I was miserable, I would try to make less fuss over them when I was happy.”
“I am not happy, foolish child.”
“Why, what’s the matter? Did Sir William look at thee only twenty-nine times, instead of thirty, when he was here?”
“Thou art the silliest maiden of whom any one ever heard!”
“No, Eva; her match might be found, I think,” said Beatrice.
Marie went off into convulsions of laughter, and flung herself on the rushes to enjoy it with more freedom.
“I wonder which of you two is the funnier!” said she.
“What on earth is there comical about me?” exclaimed Eva, the more put out because Beatrice and Doucebelle were both joining in Marie’s amusement.
“It is of no use to tell thee, Eva,” replied Beatrice; “thou wouldst not be able to see it.”
“Can’t I see any thing you can?” demanded Eva, irritably.