"I hate people to laugh at me, and I can't stand sneers."
"Oh, no! you're such a dear little innocent baby. Of course, I can
quite understand. And does she suppose I'll ruffle her pretty little
feathers? No, not I. I'd rather invent a new cradle song for you,
Rosie, dear."
"Don't, don't!" said Rosalind. "Look here, Annie, I must say
something-- yes, I must. I hate Maggie Oliphant!"
"You hate Miss Oliphant?" Annie Day stood still, turned round and
stared at her companion. "When did this revolution take place, my
dear? What about Rose and Maggie sitting side by side at dinner? And
Rose creeping away all by herself to Maggie's room and angling for an
invitation to cocoa, and trying hard, very hard, to become a member of
the Dramatic Society, just because Maggie acts so splendidly. Has it
not been Maggie-- Maggie-- ever since the term began, until we girls,
who were not in love with this quite too charming piece of perfection,
absolutely hated the sound of her name? Oh, Rose, what a fickle baby
you are. I am ashamed of you!"
"Don't!" said Rose again. She linked her hand half timidly in Miss
Day's arm. Miss Day was almost a head and shoulders above the little,
delicate, fairy-like creature. "I suppose I can't help changing my
mind," she said.
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