"
There was an outcry that they must take her the flowers, of which
their hands and arms were full; but Janet was resolute, though Babie
was very near tears.
"To-morrow-—to-morrow," she said. "She must lie still now, or she
won't be able to do anything. Run away, Babie, they'll be waiting
tea for you. Allen's there. He'll take care of you."
"I want to give Mother Carey those dear white flowers," still
entreated Babie.
"I'll give them, my dear. They want you down there-—Ellie and
Esther."
"I don't want to play with Ellie and Essie," sturdily declared
Barbara. "They say it is telling falsehoods when one wants to play
at anything."
"They don't understand pretending," said Armine. "Do let us stay,
Janet, we'll not make one smallest little atom of noise, if Jock
doesn't stay."
"You can't," said Janet, "for there's nothing for you to eat, and
nurse and Susan are as savage as Carribee islanders."
This last argument was convincing. The children threw their flowers
into Janet's arms, gave their hands to Miss Ogilvie, and Babie
between her two brothers, scampered off, while Miss Ogilvie uttered
her griefs and regrets.
"My mother would like to see you," said Janet; "indeed, I think it
will do her good. She told me to bring you in.
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