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"I only said we had cold cweam at the party, last night, and he
laughed!"
"Ice-cream, child!" and Fanny followed Tom's reprehensible
example.
"I don't care! it was cold; and I warmed mine at the wegister, and
then it was nice; only, Willy Bliss spilt it on my new Gabwielle!"
and Maud wailed again over her accumulated woes.
"Do go to Katy! You 're as cross as a little bear to-day!" said
Fanny, pushing her away.
"Katy don't amoose me; and I must be amoosed, 'cause I 'm
fwactious; mamma said I was!" sobbed Maud, evidently laboring
under the delusion that fractiousness was some interesting malady.
"Come down and have dinner; that will amuse you;" and Fanny got
up, pluming herself as a bird does before its flight.
Polly hoped the "dreadful boy" would not be present; but he was,
and stared at her all dinner-time, in a most trying manner. Mr.
Shaw, a busy-looking gentleman, said," How do you do, my dear?
Hope you 'll enjoy yourself;" and then appeared to forget her
entirely.


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