Her cousin had pushed her one side as if she was of no value.

Katie was a very little child, but she was old enough to feel aggrieved.

She went into the parlor, and threw herself face downwards on the sofa, thinking.
"Somebody leave me alone.

O, dear! Some naughty folks don't think I'm any gooder than a baby." Then the poor little thing ran out to "breve the fleshy air." No, she wasn't quite alone in the world after all, for there was Charlie Gray at the gate.
"Is um _you_ ?" she cried gleefully.
Charlie said it was.
"You didn't came to see big folks--did you?
You camed to see Katie.

I love you deely." Then she tried to kiss him; but Charlie drew away.
"O, is your face sore ?" asked the little girl.
By this time they had got as far as the seat in the trees, and Charlie had found his tongue.
"I didn't come thee _you_," said he.