But Mittie never cared about turns.
"I suppose you couldn't for once—just once, Grannie, dear—spare us both together?"
Joan said this with such a sinking of heart that, had the old lady known it, she would surely have yielded. A sick fear had come over the girl lest Fred might think that she was staying away on purpose—because she did not want to see him. But she only looked rather white, and smiled as usual.
"Spare you both! What!—leave me alone the whole day, both of you!" The old lady was scandalised. "I didn't think before that you were a selfish girl, Joan. Well, well, never mind!—you're not generally, I know. But of course it is out of the question, so lame as I am—not able to get anything that I want. That wasn't in the bargain at all, when we settled that you should live with me."
Joan knew that it was not. But it was very hard to bear!
She went to Mittie, and made one more attempt in that direction, ending, as she expected, unsuccessfully.
"It really is my turn, you know, Mittie, dear."
"Your turn? What! because I went to that silly tea last week? As if the two things could be compared!"
Mittie ran to the glass to inspect herself.
"Why didn't you just tell Grannie that you meant to do it, instead of asking whether she could spare you? So absurd! She would have given in then."