She had no sooner said it than her wish was gratified. The old label disappeared and a new one showed itself, and there sat Aunt Hetty, looking herself again, and even smiling.
Jem was grateful beyond measure, but Baby seemed to consider her weak minded.
"It served her right," she said.
"But when, after looking at the wishes at that end of the room, they went to the other end, her turn came. In one corner stood a shade with a baby under it, and the baby was Miss Baby herself, but looking as she very rarely looked; in fact, it was the brightest, best tempered baby one could imagine."
"I wish I had a better tempered baby. Mother," was written on the label.
Baby became quite red in the face with anger and confusion.
"That wasn't here the last time I came," she said. "And it is right down mean in mother!"
This was more than Jem could bear.
"It wasn't mean," she said. "She couldn't help it. You know you are a cross baby—everybody says so."
Baby turned two shades redder.