"They would so," snapped Ethelyn, "they'd jump at the chance."
"I bet they wouldn't!"
"I bet they would! You don't know everything in the world."
"Neither do you!"
"Hush, children," said Mrs. St. Clair, mildly, "your Cousin Patricia will
think you very rude and unmannerly if you quarrel so. Florelle is the only
one who is behaving nicely, aren't you, darling?"
Florelle beamed at this, and looked like a little cherub, until Reginald
slyly took a cake from her plate.
"Oh-h-h!" screamed Florelle, bursting into tears, "he took my cakie, he
did,--give it to me!" and she began pounding her brother with her small
fists.
But Reginald had eaten it, and no other cake on the plate would pacify the
angry child.
"No, no," she cried, "I want that same one--it had a green nut on it,--and
I wa-a-ant it!"
"But brother can't give it to you, baby, he's eaten it," said her father,
vainly trying to console her with other dainties.
But Florelle continued to scream, and Mrs. St Clair was obliged to summon
the nurse and have her taken up-stairs.
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