child. he likes you."
"he turned me out of the room this morning," said mary, stamping her foot with excitement.
the stamp rather pleased the nurse. the truth was that she had been afraid she might find mary crying and hiding her head under the bed-clothes.
"that's right," she said. "you're in the right humor. you go and scold him. give him something new to think of. do go, child, as quick as ever you can."
it was not until afterward that mary realized that the thing had been funny as well as dreadful--that it was funny that all the grown-up people were so frightened that they came to a little girl just because 