With a baby's playfulness Alice dipped her small fingers into the milk, and shaking them in her sister's face, laughed aloud as the white drops fell upon her hair.
This was too much for poor Mary, and folding the child closer to her bosom she sobbed passionately.
"Oh, Allie, dear little Allie, what will you do?
What shall we all do?
Mother's dead, mother's dead!" Ella was not accustomed to see her sister thus moved, and her tears now flowed faster while she entreated Mary to stop.

"Don't do so, Mary," she said.

"Don't do so.

You make me cry harder.

Tell her to stop, Billy.