"I must stop," she'd say to herself—and the more she'd say it, the more she'd laugh. "This is dreadful, Mary Frances," she'd scold herself; "but, oh, my, wasn't it funny!"—and away she'd go again.
At length she Went back upstairs until Aunt Maria called,
"Breakfast!"
Even at the table she couldn't look at Aunt Maria without laughing.
"What's the matter?" asked Brother.
"Oh, don't ask me!" Mary Frances begged, hiding her face.
She didn't dare go into the kitchen until after her aunt had gone, for fear of disgracing herself laughing.
