today," said Marguerite, and kept right on making the doll's bed. In a
second Rose had her head out of the window. There sat Stubby, kicking
his heels against the settee and looking dreadfully cross.

"Why, Stubby dear, what's the matter?" she called sweetly.

"Nuffin'," said Stubby.

"Why don't you play with the things in the garden?"

"What fings?"

"Wait a minute and we'll come down and show you," Rose said, drawing her
head in.

"How _can_ you play with that cross, _cross_ Stubby?" asked Marguerite.
"He isn't sick, and we've done everything to please him all day. He's
just plain cross. And if you play with him we can't finish arranging the
playhouse before five o'clock."

[Illustration: Copyright by Underwood & Underwood, N.Y.]

"Mother said I might stay till six," said Rose gently, "and I've thought
of something to keep him busy. Come!"

Marguerite gave Rose a bear-hug and soon Stubby saw them coming across
the lawn. Rose stopped under the apple tree to look for green apples.

"Muvver says not eat green apples," shouted Stubby.