Gentle little Rose didn't like to tell.
"O, I know," said Dodo. "Flaxie has got into one of her teasing spells; and, when she does, there's no peace for anybody."
Mrs. Gray did not talk in that way to Rose.
"Flaxie loves you dearly, if she is rude. Don't mind all the little things she says to you, darling. Try to be brave and laugh it off."
"I would laugh, auntie, only it makes my head ache to shake it the leastest speck."
"Flaxie," said Mrs. Gray, taking her little daughter one side, "is this the way you are going to treat your dear cousin? I cannot permit it."
"Well, I won't," replied Flaxie, quite ashamed of herself; "but she cries so easy, mamma, as easy as a—a—beetle bug."
Next morning Rosa's head ached harder than ever, and Flaxie laughed and danced all the time. Rosie did wish she wouldn't be so noisy.
"How sober you are, Midge Abbott. Don't you want me to tell you a story?"