"There isn't any use in talking to Mammy when she does that way!" said Willy, half to himself, but with a side glance at Kitty. "If she would have only listened to me—"
"She never will!" said Kitty, responding to the half glance. "She always says there is no need of quarrelling, and she doesn't see why she should have to hear disagreeable remarks."
"Other children scrap," said Willy. "I don't see why we can't now and then."
"Well, she just won't have it, Will, so where's the use? Never mind about the Rangeley; you may have it, and I'll take the Wobbler."
"I don't care!" said Willy. "You may have her."
"So may you!"
Silence. Willy rubbing his shoulders, Kitty kicking her bit of stick.
Presently Kitty looked up brightly, and shook her curls back. "I've got over mine, Willy!" she announced. "Are you getting over yours?"
"Ye-es!" said Willy, slowly. "I—s'pose I am."
"Why don't we go together?" asked Kitty. "Then we can both have the Rangeley."