She was an extremely sentimental little girl.
As always happens when one is meditating with a placated conscience a wicked deed, the opportunity was suddenly offered to Mary of achieving her purpose.

One morning Jeremy, after refusing to listen to one of Mary's long romances, lost his temper.
"I can't stop," he said.

"You bother and bother and bother.

Aunt Amy says you nearly make her mad." "I don't care what Aunt Amy says," Mary on the edge of tears replied.
"Hamlet and I are going out.

And I'm sick of your silly old stories." Then he suddenly stopped and gazed at Mary, who was beginning, as usual, to weep.
"Look here, Mary, what's been the matter with you lately?
You're always crying now or something.