added Tommy . `` No , I should n't ; I hate boys ! '' said Nan fiercely , for her hand still smarted , and she began to think that she might have shown her courage in some wiser way . `` I am sorry you hate my boys , because they can be well-mannered , and most agreeable when they choose . Kindness in looks and words and ways is true politeness , and any one can have it if they only try to treat other people as they like to be treated themselves . '' Mrs. Bhaer had addressed herself to Nan , but the boys nudged one another , and appeared to take the hint , for that time at least , and passed the butter ; said `` please , '' and `` thank you , '' `` yes , sir , '' and `` no , ma'am , '' with unusual elegance and respect . Nan said nothing , but kept herself quiet and refrained from tickling Demi , though strongly tempted to do so , because of the dignified airs he put on . She also appeared to have forgotten her hatred of boys , and played `` I spy '' with them till dark . Stuffy was observed to offer her frequent sucks on his candy-ball during the game , which evidently sweetened her temper , for the last thing she said on going to bed was , `` When my battledore and shuttle-cock comes , I 'll let you all play with 'em . '' Her first remark in the morning was `` Has my box come ? '' and when told that it would arrive sometime during the day , she fretted and fumed , and whipped her doll , till Daisy was shocked . She managed to exist , however , till five o'clock , when she disappeared , and was not missed till supper-time , because those at home thought she had gone to the hill with Tommy and Demi . `` I saw her going down the avenue alone as hard as she could pelt , '' said Mary Ann , coming in with the hasty-pudding , and finding every one asking , `` Where is Nan ? '' `` She has run home , little gypsy ! '' cried Mrs. Bhaer , looking anxious . `` Perhaps she has gone to the station to look after her luggage , '' suggested Franz . `` That is impossible , she does not know the way , and if she found it , she could never carry the box a mile , '' said Mrs. Bhaer , beginning to think that her new idea might be rather a hard one to carry out . `` It would be like her , '' and Mr. Bhaer caught up his hat to go and find the child , when a shout from Jack , who was at the window , made everyone hurry to the door . There was Miss Nan , to be sure , tugging along a very large band-box tied up in linen bag . Very hot and dusty and tired did she look , but marched stoutly along , and came puffing up to the steps , where she dropped her load with a sigh of relief , and sat down upon it , observed as she crossed her tired arms , `` I could n't wait any longer , so I went and got it . ''
`` But you did not XXXXX the way , '' said Tommy , while the rest stood round enjoying the joke .
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