Then Neddie went home himself and he didn’t whisper in school any more that day. So that’s all to this story.
And to-morrow night if the poll-parrot doesn’t call the poodle dog funny names and bite a hole in the firecracker, I’ll tell you about Beckie making a doll’s dress.
STORY XIV
BECKIE MAKES A DOLL’S DRESS
“Beckie! Beckie, where are you?” called Neddie Stubtail, the little boy bear, one morning after breakfast. “Come along! You’ll be late for school. I’m not going to wait for you.”
“I’m coming,” answered Beckie from inside the cave-house on the side of the hill. “I’m coming! Wait a minute!”
“I’m not going to wait, and be late!” said Neddie, and he was not quite as polite as he might have been.
“Oh, Neddie!” exclaimed Aunt Piffy, the fat old lady bear, puffing and blowing, for she had been down cellar after some potatoes, and when she came up stairs she always puffed and blew.
“Why, Neddie!” she went on, “you should (puff) wait for (puff) your little (puff) sister. She doesn’t very often (puff) ask you to (puff) do it. More times she has to (puff) wait for you!”
“Oh, well, I’ll wait,” said Neddie, and he felt the least little bit ashamed of himself for having talked that way to his sister. “But I don’t want to be late,” he added.
“You won’t be late—I’m coming!” called Beckie. “I just wanted to find my needle and thread.”