Hoodie stood stock still.
"Come now, Miss Hoodie," whispered poor Martin. All the time she had been dressing the child she had been telling her how good she was to be to Cousin Magdalen, and hinting that perhaps if she behaved very nicely it would help to make them all forget the trouble she had caused the day before. But, alas! with what result?
Hoodie stood stock still!
Magdalen put out her hand and tried to draw the child to her.
"You have plenty of kisses on that rosy mouth of yours, Hoodie," she said. "Won't you spare me one?"
Hoodie screwed up her lips tighter than before; that was the only sign she gave of hearing what was said to her.
"Oh, Hoodie," said Maudie, reproachfully.
Hoodie turned upon her with a glance of supreme contempt.
"You can kissen her," she said; "she's yours, she's not mine. I don't want to kissen her."
Cousin Magdalen looked at Maudie for explanation.