Then Madam Allen went out of the room, and left us two little girls alone.
"O, Fel," said I, as soon as my sobs would let me speak, "I said I wished God would take my little sister back again."
Fel looked very much shocked.
"And O, I'm afraid it was a truly prayer, and God 'll do it."
"No, I guess it wasn't a truly prayer, Madge."
"What makes you think it wasn't?" cried I, eagerly, for I supposed she must know.
"Wasn't you mad when you said it?"
"Yes, very. She made that long scratch on my nose, and I was very mad."
"She did dig awful deep; I don't wonder you felt bad," said Fel, soothingly. "But you didn't want her to die, any more'n anything; now did you?"
"No, O, no!"