"Rosy Posy isn't that sort of a child.

Oh, I do think it's awful!" and forgetting her royal dignity, Queen Sandy began to cry.
"Why, Mops," said King, kindly; "brace up, old girl.

Don't cry." "I'm not a cry baby," said Midget, smiling through her tears.

"I'm just crying 'cause I'm so _mad_! I'm mad clear through! How _could_ anybody be so ugly ?" "I'm mad, too," declared Tom, slowly, "but I know who did it, and it's partly my fault, I s'pose." "Your fault!" exclaimed Midget.

"Why, Tom, how can it be ?" "Well, you see it was this way.