“No, no. What did you do to her?”
“Tipped her over.”
“Ethel! Ethel!”
“Well, she tipped me over too.”
“This is perfectly dreadful!” exclaimed Mary, as solemnly as if she had never heard it before. And then she sat in deep thought. What would mamma have done in this case? Did Ethel’s head ache? Possibly. Her cheeks looked hot. Mamma was tender of the children when they were ill, and perhaps would not approve of shutting Ethel in the closet if she had taken cold.
“Ethel,” said Mary in natural tones, “I’m going to be very sweet and gentle. You’ve been extremely to blame, but perhaps Kittyleen may forgive you if you ask her.”
“H’m! Don’t want her to!”
“What! Don’t want her to forgive you?”
“No, I don’t; Kittyleen was bad herself!”