"And don't you and Maggie ever quarrel?"
"Why, no," said Maggie, coming out of her shy fit when she heard this, "Bessie is my own little sister."
"Well, and Mamie is my own sister, and you see we quarrel for all that. But never mind that now. I'll go for my wagon and give you a ride; will you like it?"
"I will," said Bessie.
In a few minutes Walter came back with his wagon. Maggie and Bessie thought he was quite right when he called it splendid. They told him it was the prettiest wagon they had ever seen. He said he would give Bessie the first ride, and he lifted her in and told Maggie and Mamie to push behind.
"I sha'n't," said Mamie; "I want a ride, too; there's plenty of room, Bessie's so little."
"No, it will make it too heavy," said Walter. "You shall ride when your turn comes."
Mamie began to cry, and Bessie said she would get out and let her ride first; but Walter said she should not.
"There comes Tom," said Mamie; "he'll help you pull."