“If you didn’t scream so, and make such a fuss, he wouldn’t pay any attention to you. You’ll have to learn to pass off some of the boy’s teasing with a smile. Don’t lose your temper.”
“Well, I’ll try,” grumbled Jane, “but he....”
“Not he,” her mother interrupted, “but I. Billy has to conquer his own faults and you must learn to handle yours. Get up now and let’s all have breakfast. Grandma and Aunt Claire may get here today if they don’t mind a little rain.”
Mother and daughter exchanged a brief smile and a brief kiss. Janie sat on the edge of her bed and swung her legs back and forth. All of a sudden she gave a good kick and one slipper hit the ceiling while the other flew into the open closet door. That was the end of her tantrum.
Billy’s head was bent over a huge bowl of corn flakes when Janie came up behind him and surprised him with a kiss.
“I’m sorry, bub.”
He stopped a moment, and then turned around,
“Okay, Okay! Boy, you went off like a fire siren. Do you still want to go fishing?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then hurry up and finish your breakfast, and let’s get out of here.”