"There, now, Susy," said Prudy, much grieved, "I've got a cent, and I was goin' to buy you some shiny shoes, but now I shan't."
Grace and Susy could not help laughing, and poor tired little Prudy could not bear that.
"There," cried she, "don't you do that again! If you'll say 'twas my pignig, Susy Parlin, then I'll kiss you; but if you say it isn't, I won't speak to you again—never in my world!"
"Well, it wasn't your picnic—so there," said Susy.
Prudy settled her cheek to the pillow.
"Susy Parlin," said she, drowsily, "I ain't a-goin' to speak to you again—till—you—say—'twas—my—pig——"
But in the middle of a word Prudy made a mistake and dropped off to sleep.