"What is this for?" she asked.
"Eet—eet ees for a chair."
"A chair!" exclaimed Minnie. "Why, it's nothing but a great big, horrid, ugly old stump, and—"
Her remarks ended in a scream. She turned and ran back into the room.
"What—what is de mattaire?" cried the Count, looking into the room with a face pale with anxiety.
"Oh, take it away! take it away!" cried Minnie, in terror.
"What? what?"
"Take it away! take it away!" she repeated.
"But eet ees for you—eet ees a seat."
"I don't want it. I won't have it!" cried Minnie. "It's full of horrid ants and things. And it's dreadful—and very, very cruel in you to bring them up here just to tease me, when you know I hate them so. Take it away! take it away! oh, do please take it away! And oh, do please go away yourself, and leave me with dear, darling Kitty. She never teases me. She is always kind."