"But it's Sunday," said Belle, when she refused to kiss her for good-morning.
"Don't I know that?" snapped Mabel.
"But I don't like to be cross with any one on Sunday," pleaded Belle.
"You're cross to me, and so I'll be cross with you,—Sunday and Monday and every day," said the disagreeable child. "Now leave me be."
And Belle, seeing that Mabel was not to be persuaded into a better temper, was forced to do as she said, and let her alone.
And all day, Sunday though it was, Mabel was even more peevish, exacting, and troublesome than usual, till she was a burden and torment to herself and every one about her.
When Monday morning came she was rather more reasonable, but still persisted in being "offended" with Belle, and even refused to walk on the same side of the street with her when they were going to school.
"Will you wear your new locket, Miss Belle?" asked Daphne when she was making her little mistress ready for school.
"No, I guess not," said Belle: "something might happen to it, and maybe it's too nice."