You will observe that she said “we” this time, quite willing Milly should have a full share of the blame.
“I can’t stan’ it, Milly Allen, folks laughing at us so! Did you see Dodo laughing and laughing and laughing?”
“Yes, I did. She shook all over, and said children were fools.”
“My mamma wouldn’t ’low her to say that,” sobbed Flaxie. “And nobody comin’ to our party, either. Auntie Prim thinks they won’t any of ’em come.”
“Oh, yes, they will! their mammas said they might.”
“Hope they won’t!” said Flaxie, stamping her foot so hard that a “hop-toad” thought there was an earthquake, and hurried out of the way. “Hope they won’t, any of ’em! I’m not agoin’ to go to it myself,—so there!”
Milly peeped up in surprise.
“I hate it, Milly Allen; let’s run away!”
“Why, Flaxie Frizzle!” was all Mabel could say, for the idea of a little girl’s running away from her own party was truly amazing.
“You think I don’t dare,” said Flaxie; “but I do dare! I’m agoin’ right off in the woods, and stay there! And I thought you’s agoin’ with me. You’re my twin cousin, and it’s your party as much as ’tis mine.”