'Changed my mind!' she repeated, flushing all up,'what was my mind?'
'You rememberlast year.'
'What about last year?'
'Why you remember, Hazel. You did not like him at all, and used to get out of all patience with him.'
'Of course I did. There is no particular call to get out of patience just now. And even I generally wait for a reason.'
'Have you made up your mind you will never get out of patience again?' Prim asked, with a keen look to the answer.
'No.'
Prim's eye fell on the cushions and the gray shawl again.
'You aren't going to vex him, Hazel, are you?'
'Why Prim!'Hazel took hold of her shoulder and gave her a gentle shake, though with a queer mixture of softness and sharpness,'do I look like the good little girl in storybooks, that you put me through such a catechism?'