It had been some time since she had seen Wings, except in the stable, where she visited him every day.
But Dotty had set her heart on a rag-baby which Susy had promised to dress, and Prudy was anxious that Susy should play several games of checkers with her.
"O, dear," said the eldest sister, with the perplexed air of a mother who has disobedient little ones to manage.

"I think I have about as much as I can bear.

The _children_ always make a fuss, just as sure as I want to go out." The old, impatient spirit was rising; that spirit which it was one of the duties of Susy's life to keep under control.
She went into the bathing-room, and drank off a glass of cold water, and talked to herself a while, for she considered that the safest way.
"Have I any right to be cross?
Yes, I think I have.

Here Dotty woke me up, right in the middle of a dream, and I'm sleepy this minute.

Then Prudy is a little babyish thing, and always was--making a fuss if I forget to call her Rosy Frances! Yes, I'll be cross, and act just as I want to.