Rose and Marguerite were playing in the nursery when they heard a queer bumping noise down in the back yard.
"What's that?" asked Rose, stopping to listen.
"That's Stubby, kicking his heels against the settee. He's awful cross today," said Marguerite, and kept right on making the doll's bed. In a second Rose had her head out of the window. There sat Stubby, kicking his heels against the settee and looking dreadfully cross.
"Why, Stubby dear, what's the matter?" she called sweetly.
"Nuffin'," said Stubby.
"Why don't you play with the things in the garden?"
"What fings?"
"Wait a minute and we'll come down and show you," Rose said, drawing her head in.
"How can you play with that cross, cross Stubby?" asked Marguerite. "He isn't sick, and we've done everything to please him all day. He's just plain cross. And if you play with him we can't finish arranging the playhouse before five o'clock."