“Oh, you don’t know how I did feel, staying here all alone, Milly. But I made those mittens, and then I felt better.”
“What mittens?” asked Milly, who hadn’t untied her bonnet yet, and couldn’t know in a minute everything that had happened.
“Why, Lucy’s red mittens; don’t you know? I tell you, Milly, what you must do when you don’t feel happy: you must make somebody some mittens.”
This was Flaxie’s way of saying “You must help other people.” But Milly knew what she meant. Children understand one another when the talking is ever so crooked.
Flaxie had now been at Hilltop more than three weeks, and had become so contented and happy that she was really sorry when Aunt Jane Abbott appeared one morning to take her home.
“Thank you ever so much,” said Miss Frizzle, politely; “but I don’t care ’bout going home.”
“Indeed!” said Aunt Jane, smiling. “And why not?”
“’Cause she wants to stay here and go to school with me,” spoke up Milly, with her cheek close to Flaxie’s.
“But we thought she’d like to see her little brother Phil; he has eight teeth,” said Aunt Jane.
“Oh yes’m, I do, I do!”