"What does she mean?" she said.
Maudie and Martin looked greatly distressed.
"Oh," said Maudie, "it's only about your being my godmother and not hers. We were speaking about it in the nursery, and she said nobody ever gave her anything—like me having you, you know, Cousin Magdalen—and she was vexed, you know," she added in a lower voice, "because she couldn't find our grandmother's cottage yesterday."
"Yes," said Cousin Magdalen, "I know. But, Hoodie dear, you have a godmother and a very nice one, as well as a grandmother."
"They're none use having," muttered Hoodie. "I never see them."
"But some day you will. And besides, even though I'm Maudie's godmother, can't I love you too?"
"No," said Hoodie bluntly.
"And won't you kiss me?"
"No," said Hoodie again. "I don't like you. I don't like your hairs. They is ugly, hanging down like that. I don't want to kiss you."
And she turned her back on Cousin Magdalen, and marched quietly to the door.