When she got home there was mamma, looking grieved and surprised,—the dear mamma she hadn’t seen for three weeks. And there was “Ninny,” her sweet sister Julia, who had come and found out about her actions, and brought her a new doll.
“Baby has cut a tooth, too,” said Auntie Prim; “but he’s asleep now, and you can’t see it to-night.”
This was the last drop.
“I feel as if my heart was breaking,” sobbed Flaxie, tottering up-stairs behind her mother. “I don’t care if Baby Proudfit has got fo—ur teeth; they’re very small!”
“I’m afraid you didn’t have a good time, dear?”
“No’m, for Baby Proudfit’s so squirmy and wigglesome! But they wanted me to stay orf’ly!”
“And oh, mamma,” burst forth Flaxie, at last, “if you’ll forgive me, I’ll never stay anywhere to tea any more, as long as I live!”
“We’ll talk about it to-morrow,” said Mrs. Gray.
And then she put poor little Flaxie to bed.