Lucy did not obey at once.
“You’re the naughtiest child, Lucy Lyman Dunlee! You’ll go and break that, and then they’ll go and blame me! I always get punished for you!”
Jimmy pitied himself as he heard his own words.
“Yes, Lucy Lyman Dunlee, you’re the awfulest acting-est child!
“If you don’t stop picking cake, and spoiling things, and breaking things, I’ll—I’ll—why, they’ll think it’s me! and I’ll grow up to be despised!”
Lucy sprang away from the table in alarm. What it was to “grow up to be despised” she had no idea. Something bad, if it made Jimmy look like this!
“There comes Judy! What has she got in her mouth?” cried Jimmy, forgetting his fear of being “despised.” “It can’t be one of Polly’s chickens?”
With that, he and Lucy began to chase the cat about the room. Judy thought it hardly fair to have two children after her at once, and jumped into a chair, and from the chair to the table.
“Who did that?” cried Jimmy.