"It's called weep, my dear," said nurse, "when it's done by kings and queens."
"Well, I should weep," said Amy. "And I make my wills quite differently to Susie. I made a will this morning when it rained. You know you said you were going to give me a paint-box on my birthday, nursie! Well, if I live till my birthday, I'm going to leave it back to you in my will."
"You needn't trouble, Miss Amy," said nurse, "because if you don't live till your birthday I can keep it."
"But that wouldn't be my will," said Amy, puzzled.
"But it would be your wish, my dear, which comes to the same thing."
"Well, mine would be my will, but it wouldn't be my wish," said Susie. "It would be history, and things in history are never so bad as things that happen to yourself."
"But it would happen to yourself if it was your legs and arms you gave away," said Amy.
"And I dare say it was just as bad to have your head cut off a hundred years ago as it would be to-day," said nurse—"I mean for the people themselves."
"Do you think," said Susie, "that the Jews and people who had their teeth pulled out by the king for fun felt it just as much as we do when we go to the dentist?"
"For fun!" said Dick, in a horrified voice.