Besides, King Etheldred," said Margaret, smiling, "we all know you are a little bit of a sloven, and, as nurse says, some one must be always after you, and do you know?
even if I were well, I had rather it was Miss Winter than me." "Oh, no, you would not be formal and precise--you would not make me cross." "Perhaps you might make me so," said Margaret, "or I should let you alone, and leave you a slattern.

We should both hate it so! No, don't make me your mistress, Ethel dear--let me be your sister and play-fellow still, as well as I can." "You are, you are.

I don't care half so much when I have got you." "And will you try to bear with her, and remember it is right in the main, though it is troublesome ?" "That I will.

I won't plague you again.

I know it is bad for you, you look tired." "Pray don't leave off telling me," said Margaret--"it is just what I wish on my own account, and I know it is comfortable to have a good grumble." "If it does not hurt you, but I am sure you are not easy now--are you ?" "Only my back," said Margaret.