"There, that's the threeth time you've said so, Fel Allen."
"Well, it's the truly truth, Madge Parlin."
"No, it isn't neither; and you're a little lie-girl," snapped I.
This was an absurd speech, and I did not mean a word of it, for I doubt if Fel had ever told a wrong story in her life. "You're a little lie-girl. Got a parasol, too!"
She only looked sorry to see me so cross. She couldn't be very unhappy, standing there stroking those soft silk tassels.
"I hope your mamma 'll give you one, too," murmured the dear little soul.
I sprang up at that.
"O, do you s'pose she would?" I cried; and by the time I had taken another roll down the bank my spirits rose wonderfully, and I let her put the parasol in my hand, even exclaiming,—
"No, I never did see anything so nice!" But I secretly hoped my own would be nicer still.
"Come home to my house," said I, "and ask my mamma if I can have a parasol too."