"There never was such a woman! Now won't you stop?"
"O, dear, dear, dear!" sobbed Rose.
"There never will be such a woman, you darling. There, now won't you stop? I've told you so over and over, but still you keep crying," said Flaxie, in real dismay.
"What's the matter now?" asked Ninny, coming into the nursery, and finding Rose curled up in a little heap of misery in the corner.
"I don't know what to do with her. I s'pose it's me that's to blame," said Flaxie, rather sulkily, though she was very sorry too. "I can't say a single thing but she cries."
"Well, you must be kind to her; she isn't used to cross words. Her sister Lucy is very different from you," said Ninny, taking Rose into her arms, in a motherly way.
"You blame me, and everybody blames me," growled Flaxie; "but I can't say an eeny-teeny thing but she cries."
Flaxie kept telling herself Rose was a cry-baby; but in her heart she knew it was her own rudeness which had wounded her sensitive little cousin in the first place. She knew Rose was the sort of little girl who never could "get over" any thing in a minute, and so ought not to be teased.
"I'll make it up," thought Flaxie. "Maybe I have been naughty; but I'll make it up."