“Well, well, Miss Dimple, you’re the first one ever told me my heart was hard!”
“Turn your face round, Norah. Why, ’tisn’t blue; the end of it’s red!”
“What’s red?”
“Your nose. I thought it wasn’t blue!”
“Pretty talk that is, now,” exclaimed Norah, angrily. “If mother and I had come straight from Ireland, it’s Paddies we’d be. But if we stopped in Nova Scotie, it’s Blue Noses; and that’s all the manners there is in this country, for sure.”
Dotty was rather glad to have made a sensation.
“It’s ’cause your mother is so far away, Norah; that’s why they say her nose is so blue, like the sky up there. I cannot explain it to you, but that’s the reason why.”
Norah’s little flash of temper died out in a laugh. She would not allow herself to be angry with such a simple little child.