"Do you?" said Maggie, as if she could not quite believe it.
"Yes, because you are good; don't you love me. Maggie?"
"Well, no, not much," said Maggie, "but I'll try to."
"I wish you would," said Mamie; "and I wont snatch your things, nor slap you, nor do anything."
"I'll love you if you do a favor to me," said Maggie.
"Yes, I will, if it is not to give you my new crying baby."
"Oh, I don't want your crying baby, nor any of your toys," said Maggie. "I only want you to promise that you won't pinch my Bessie again. Why, Mamie, you ought to be more ashamed of yourself than any girl that ever lived; her arm is all black and blue yet."
"I didn't mean to hurt her so much," said Mamie, "and I was sorry when Bessie cried so; but then you slapped me, and Lily slapped me, and Jane scolded me, and so I didn't care, but was glad I did it; but I am sorry, now, and I'll never do it again."
"And I sha'n't slap you, if you do," said Maggie.