I wish he would." "I don't! stepmothers are always hateful! I'd hate her and never mind a word she said.

O Max, Max! I'm so glad to see you!" as a handsome, dark-eyed, merry-faced boy came rushing in.
"I've just come for a minute!" he cried half breathlessly, catching her in his arms, giving her a resounding kiss, then bending over Gracie with a sudden change to extreme gentleness of manner; she was his baby sister and so weak and timid.
"Poor little Gracie!" he said softly.

"I wish I was a big man to take you and Lulu away and give you a good time!" "I love you, Max," she returned, stroking and patting his cheek.

"I wish you'd be a good boy, so you could live here with us." "I don't want to," he answered, frowning.

"I mean I don't want to live with her; I sha'n't ever call her aunt again.