This promise for the moment put Norman into better humour, though he still wished that he had the toy all to himself, while he left his football neglected on the ground.
The rest of the party went to get ready for their excursion, but he could not leave Fanny’s toy. When she came back dressed, she found him at the side-table, where the servant had placed the dish.
“I will give you my football for this, for I want it all to myself.”
“I am sorry to hear you say that,” answered Fanny; “I told you that I could not give away papa’s present, and the football is not suited to a little girl like me.”
“You are an ill-natured thing,” exclaimed Norman, petulantly. “You will never do what I want.”
Fanny smiled, though she felt inclined to be vexed at this false accusation.
“We must at all events put the things up now,” she said, “for mamma has sent me to tell you to come and get ready.”
“I will not get ready, I do not want to go to the picnic,” said Norman.
“But you must come,” said Fanny taking hold of his arm, “mamma wishes it.”
Norman resisted, and, intending to seize the table, caught the dish instead, and pulled it to the ground, splashing himself over and breaking the dish.