“Oh no, not to-day.”
“You haven’t got anything to do to-day then?” asked nurse with a smile, and Winifred smiled too as she answered:
“Oh, I can think and work to-day both; and I should so like to finish the boys’ kite for them.”
So in a very short while the child was hard at work, and before her dinner-time came the long tail of the kite was quite finished.
“Mamma,” she asked whilst she was taking her dinner, “can I go and see little Phil to-day? I haven’t been for a long while. I thought he looked as if he would like to see somebody, when we passed yesterday. May I take him the jelly?”
“The jelly will not be ready till to-morrow, Winnie; and I think I must keep you indoors to-day; but if you have taken no cold, you shall go out to-morrow if it is fine. Will that do as well, darling?”
Mrs. Digby looked with an inquiring glance into her little daughter’s face; for when Winifred had taken a fancy into her head, she was not always ready to give up without a struggle. The gentle little girl had a good deal of self-will in her composition.
But to-day, after one little struggle, she looked up and smiled cheerfully.
“To-morrow will be just as nice; and then I can put the boys’ toy-cupboard tidy for them this afternoon. It is in such a mess!”
“Why, Winnie, I thought that toy-cupboard was your pet horror!” said the mother with a smile.