She cried all the time she was dressing, and all
through breakfast,--a kind of whining cry that just wears on a person.
Phil called her Niobe, and declared that if she didn't look out, she'd
float away on her tears; Fee threatened to put her in a picture, just as
she looked; I coaxed and promised her one or two of my things, and Nora
scolded: nothing had any effect, Kathie just wept straight on.
She _is_ awfully trying when she gets in these moods, but I guess she
can't always help it,--at least Nannie thinks so,--and perhaps if Nora
had been patient just a little while longer, the storm would have blown
over. But all at once Nora lost her temper, and catching Kathie by the
arm, she walked her wailing from the room.
Well, in just about one minute more, Paul and Maedel and Alan were off
too, roaring like everything.
"_O-o-h!_ we _want_ Kathie! we _w-a-n-t_ Kathie! _O-o-o-h!_ bring back
_Kath-i-e_!"
Well, you'd have thought they never expected to lay eyes on Kathie
again!
[Illustration: "WHERE WE FOUND KATHIE."]
I coaxed and talked and talked till my throat fairly ached, telling 'em
funny things to divert their attention,--the way I've heard Nannie and
Betty do; Fee began just as loud as he could (to drown their noise and
make them listen) about the Trojan horse,--they like that story; and
Phil offered them everything that there was on the table if they'd
_only_ stop yelling; he declared the neighbours would be coming in to
see what we were doing to them.
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