Carrie did not like this question; innocently as her little sister put it, it brought back to her too plainly that yielding to temptation of which she had so lately been guilty.
"Of course, child," she answered pettishly, "everybody does."
"Did it make you do somefing naughty?" was Daisy's still more unwelcome question.
"Mind your own business," snapped Carrie. "Daisy, I never did see a child who talked so much."
Daisy ventured no further remark, but stood gravely regarding Carrie with reproving displeasure till Nellie returned, when she turned to her and said,—
"Nellie, isn't it more politer to say, 'Please wait and talk a little more anofer time,' than to say, 'Mind your own business, you talk too much!'"
"I should think it was. O Daisy, what a funny child you are!" said Nellie, much amused, and without the least suspicion that Carrie was the offender in question. "Who has been so rude to you, darling?"
"Never mind," said Daisy. "Carrie, I won't tell tales 'bout you, if you was rude to me,—oh, so rude!"
Nellie laughed merrily again over Daisy's fancied concealment of Carrie's sins against her.
"I don't see what there is to laugh about," said Carrie, angrily. "You think Daisy is so smart."