"I have been," said Gerty, raising her head from Emily's shoulder; "but I won't ever go again!"
"What!—Why not!"
"Because," said Gerty, angrily, "I hate those girls; yes, I hate 'em! ugly things!"
"Gerty," said Emily, "don't say that; you shouldn't hate anybody."
"Why shouldn't I?" said Gerty.
"Because it's wrong."
"No, it's not wrong; I say it isn't!" said Gerty; "and I do hate 'em; and I hate Nan Grant, and I always shall! Don't you hate anybody?"
"No," answered Emily, "I don't."
"Did anybody ever drown your kitten? Did anybody ever call your father Old Smutty?" said Gerty. "If they had, I know you'd hate 'em just as I do."
"Gerty," said Emily, solemnly, "didn't you tell me, the other day, that you were a naughty child, but that you wished to be good, and would try!"