"O, yes."
"Well, I was cross to Rosa; and now I've made it all up," said Flaxie, skipping out of the burying-ground with a very light heart, while her brother followed her in silence.
Next minute she was laughing.
"O, I want to see your new steam-nengine, Preston! May I, if I won't do any thing naughty?"
"Yes."
"And will you gi' me lots o' cardinnum seeds?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll be just as good," said Miss Flaxie.
At precisely seven o'clock, Preston put a large stick of wood in the kitchen stove; and, as little sister had been very obedient, he lighted the alcohol lamp in his steam-engine, and set the pretty machine puffing across the floor like a thing alive. Miss Frizzle, having eaten two suppers, was in a very quiet mood, and threw herself on her knees beside Preston, with her chin upon his shoulder, to watch the wonderful plaything.