Aunt Phoebe was so cross--CROSS, mind you!--because I burnt the jam.

And some of the jumpers are missing, and nobody knows where they went--and Marie has got the toothache worse than ever, and won't go and have it pulled because it will HURT! I don't see how it can hurt much worse than it does now--she just goes around with tears running down into the flannel around her face till I could SHAKE her!" Evadna laughed--a self-pitying laugh, and rocked her small person violently.

"I wish I could have an office and live in it and telegraph things to people," she sighed, and laughed again most adorably at her own childishness.

"But really and truly, it's enough to drive a person CRAZY, down at the ranch!" "For a girl with a brand-new sweetheart--" Miss Georgie reproved quizzically, and reached for the inevitable candy box.
"A lot of good that does, when he's never there!" flashed Evadna, unintentionally revealing her real grievance.

"He just eats and goes--and he isn't even there to eat, half the time.