Lloyd looks as if she had been eating sour pickles, and Eugenia has snapped at everybody who has spoken to her this morning." "That's a story!" exclaimed Eugenia, tartly, with such a frown that Lloyd began singing in a tantalising tone, "Crosspatch, draw the latch, sit by the fire and spin." "Oh, hush up!" exclaimed Eugenia, crossly.
"Why, Lloyd," said Mrs.Sherman, coming up just then in time to hear Lloyd's song and Eugenia's answer, "you are surely not teasing one of your guests! I am surprised!" To every one's astonishment, Lloyd flopped over in the hammock, and, covering her face with her arm, began to cry.
"What is the matter, little daughter ?" asked Mrs.Sherman, in alarm, sitting down in the hammock beside her and stroking the short soft hair soothingly.

She had never known Lloyd to be so sensitive to a slight reproof.
"Mother didn't mean to scold her little girl.

I was only surprised to hear you saying anything unpleasant to a guest of yours." "You-you'd have said it, too!" sobbed the Little Colonel, "if Eu-Eugenia had been so mean to you all mawnin'! She's been t-talkin so hateful and cross--" "I have _not_!" cried Eugenia.

"You began it, and you have tried to pick a quarrel ever since we came out here, and Joyce has kept nagging at me, too.

You've both made me feel so miserable and unhappy that I wish I'd never set eyes on you and your horrid old Kentucky!" Here, to Mrs.Sherman's still greater surprise, Eugenia fumbled for her handkerchief and began mopping up the tears that were streaming down her face.
"Really, girls, I am distressed!" exclaimed Mrs.Sherman.