“Yes, you may, if you’ll keep saying over and over, while it ticks, ‘I’ve been a naughty girl—a naughty girl; mamma’ll be sorry, mamma’ll be sorry.’”
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“Well, I will, but hurry, Flaxie; don’t be gone long.”
In fifteen minutes Mary returned to find the child in the same spot; her eyes pinker than ever with weeping.
“Just the way I used to look when mamma left me alone,” thought Mary, encouraged.
“Well, Ethel,” with a grown-up folding of the hands which would have convulsed Fanny Townsend. “Well, have you been thinking, dear?”
“Yes, and I’ll tell mamma about it; I shan’t tell you.”
“Mamma is very sick, my child.”
“Then I’ll tell Ninny.” Ninny was the children’s pet name for Julia.