Mary hated their untidy bungalow and was so disagreeable to them that after the first day or two nobody would play with her.

By the second day they had given her a nickname which made her furious.
It was Basil who thought of it first.

Basil was a little boy with impudent blue eyes and a turned-up nose, and Mary hated him.

She was playing by herself under a tree, just as she had been playing the day the cholera broke out.

She was making heaps of earth and paths for a garden and Basil came and stood near to watch her.