CHAPTER VII.
LITTLE TROUBLES.
Somebody said once to Susy and Flossy, when they were having a frolic in "Prudy's sitting-room," up stairs, "What happy little things! You don't know what trouble is, and never will, till you grow up!" The little girls preserved a respectful silence, till the lady was out of hearing, and then held an indignant discussion as to the truth of what she had said.

It would have been a discussion, I mean, if they had not both taken the same side of the question.
"How she sighed," said Susy, "just as if she was the _melancholiest_ person that ever was!" Susy was famous for the use she made of adjectives, forming the superlatives just as it happened.
"Yes, just the way," responded Flossy.

"I'd like to know what ever happened to _her_?
Pshaw! She laughed this afternoon, and ate apples fast enough!" "O, she thinks she must make believe have a dreadful time, because she is grown up," said Susy, scornfully.

"She's forgot she was ever a little girl! I've had troubles; I guess I have! And I know one thing, I shall remember 'em when I grow up, and not say, 'What happy little things!' to children.

It's real hateful!" Little folks have trouble, to be sure.