"Is I a-goin' to die?" said she. "I wouldn't die for fi-ive dollars!"
"No, indeed, pet, you won't die. Dr. Papa will make you all well in two minutes."
"Will he? O, dear, my nose is so sick! Kiss it, mamma!"
Mamma kissed the poor purple little nose, which helped Flaxie very much; but she burst out afresh, next moment. "How bad Dr. Papa'll feel when he comes home!"
Her mother soothed her; but soon she fell to crying again.
"How Ninny'll feel when she comes home!"
Mrs. Gray comforted her for this with more kisses; but presently Flaxie sobbed out once more,—
"How Pesson will feel when he comes home!"
For the child truly believed her friends would grieve more about it than she did.