But she had made up her mind not to yield her point, and so kept quietly on with her work.
Bertha brought out her dolls and began to play with them, and for a couple of hours she managed to get on very well. At the end of that time she grew tired of being so by herself, and begged Violet to read to her.
"Come here, Bertha, if you please," Violet said, without replying directly to her question.
Bertha, wondering at the grave tone, went and stood before her teacher.
"Can you see my face, dear?" she asked.
"Yes," the child said, peering up at her curiously.
"Can you see my eyes?"
"Yes, I see them," Bertha replied, bringing her face very close to Violet's.
"Tell me how they look."
"They look kind of—sorry, and your face is like papa's when he is grieved and displeased with me."