"Toast is all you can have," said Dr. Papa, with one of his stern looks.
But Flaxie was a bold child, as well as a bright one. She had seen her father touch the bell and call a boy, and thought she would do the same, and see what would happen. Out went her little hand, ting-a-ling went the silver bell, and up came the same boy.
"Nuts for one girl!" cried Flaxie, before her father had time to stop her.
The waiter covered his face with his hand, and laughed; Mrs. Gray smiled; and Dr. Gray tried to frown.
"Do let her have at least some jelly, Dr. Papa," pleaded the gentle mother.
"Well, I see you want to spoil her! Yes, let her have some jelly," said her father.
Ninny was sorry to see, the next day, that this ride to New York had done Flaxie Frizzle no good. The fact was, she had caught cold, and was sick again for nearly a week.
"My little sister has been having conjunction of the lungs. I mean she came pretty near it," said Preston to the boys. He always made the most of it when any thing ailed Flaxie; for he was rather ashamed of belonging to such a healthy family.
After this, the little girl was obliged to stay in the house; and of course she made everybody unhappy.
"Why can't I go ou' doors, mamma?"