The Cooies were coming again to-morrow, and she would tell them all about it, and they would plan something to make it all right; she felt sure they would.
The three little ones were already seated at the tea-table, and nurse was filling their cups and helping them to bread-and-butter.
“Maly, Maly,” said Fritz, “sit by me.”
“No, no, ’aside me,” said Twitter, a funny little girl with short, dark hair and bright dark eyes.
“Thide Baba,” added “baby,” another little fat, fair boy like Fritz.
It was rather nice to be welcomed like this, and Mary’s spirits, always very ready to go up or down, rose again.
“I can’t sit ‘’aside’ you all three,” she said, drawing in her chair, “so as Baba-boy has to be next nurse, I’ll sit between Fritz and Twitter.”
“And ’mile at Baba ac’oss the table,” said the baby.
“Yes, darling, of course I will,” said Mary, kindly.
After all, it was easy to forgive Fritz and him for being so fat, when you found how good-natured they were, though Mary did not think it pretty! Twitter, whose real name was Charlotte, was good-natured, too, in her own way, but she had a quick temper, and though she was such a little girl, she was very fond, dreadfully fond, of arguing.