"Go away!" screamed Mamie, as Martha came near; "you're bad yourself. Oh, I want my mamma!"
"Your mamma don't want you then, little broken nose. Have done with that crying."
"I'll tell mamma of you," said Mamie.
"Oh, you needn't be running with your tales now. Your mamma has got some one else to attend to."
"That's a shame, Martha," said Jane. "She's just teasing you, Miss Mamie; your mamma does care for you."
"Martha," said Bessie, "I'm glad you're not my nurse; I wouldn't love you if you were."
"There's no living with her. She'll be cured of her spoiled ways now," said Martha, as she tried to drag the struggling, screaming child away. But Mamie would not stir a step. She was in a great rage, and fought and kicked and struck Martha; but just then Mrs. Bradford was seen coming towards them.
"What is the matter?" she asked.
"She's just going on this way because of the baby, ma'am," said Martha.