“Oh, yes! And he’s awfully nice to me. But he never comes when you’re here. Say, Janice! are you mad at him?”
“Not at all, my dear.”
“Then he must be mad at you,” declared the little girl, with confidence. “What for, do you suppose, Janice?”
But Janice could not satisfy her childish curiosity. Indeed, she did not see how she could talk about the differences between Nelson and herself to little Lottie.
“I tell you what,” Lottie said, with decision, “I’m going to ask him.”
“Oh! I wouldn’t, my dear!” gasped Janice.
“Why not? Don’t you want to be friends with Mr. Haley?”
“Yes, of course,” admitted the older girl.
“Then we’ll ask him what he’s got a mad on for,” decided the child briskly.
Janice would not go over to Mrs. Beasely’s with her and make the inquiry on the spot, and Lottie thought that strange.