“Throw some more! Throw some more!” he cried out, and Tiza began to pelt him fast, while Olly ran here and there picking them up, and every now and then trying to throw them back at Tiza; but she was too high up for him to reach, and they only came rattling about his head again.
“She won’t come down,” said Becky, looking up at her sister. “Maybe she won’t speak to you for two or three days. And if you run after her she hides in such queer places you can never find her.”
“But mother wants you and her to come to tea with us this afternoon,” said Milly; “won’t Tiza come?”
“I suppose mother’ll make her,” said Becky, “but she doesn’t like it. Have you been on the fell?”
Milly looked puzzled. “Do you mean on the mountain? No, not yet. We’re going to-morrow when we go to Aunt Emma’s. But we’ve been to the river with father.”
“Did you go over the stepping-stones?”
“No,” said Milly, “I don’t know what they are. Can we go this evening after tea?”
“Oh yes,” said Becky, “they’re just close by your house. Does your mother let you go in the water?”
Now Becky said a great many of these words very funnily, so that Milly could hardly understand her. She said “doos” and “oop,” and “knaw,” and “jist,” and “la-ike,” but it sounded quite pretty from her soft little mouth, and Milly thought she had a very nice way of talking.
“No, mother doesn’t let us go in the water here, at least, not unless it’s very warm. We paddle when we go to the sea, and some day father says we may have our bath in the river if it’s very fine.”