yours."

"No, it isn't. The wood belongs to me, and it is built on my place.
My beautiful pancakes are gone." He did not seem to mind so much about
the food that Mrs. Newbeginner had cooked, and on which she had prided
herself. "You are the most careless girl I ever saw."

"I couldn't help it. It hurt my legs awfully. See how they are
skinned, but I didn't cry, did I?"

Even the sight of a pair of poor, bruised shins did not soften Mr.
Newbeginner.

"I suppose we'll have to go into the house, after all, for our
breakfast. It'll be dreadfully hu-mil-ia-ting."

"Can't we go to work and cook another?" proposed tired, redfaced little
Mrs. Newbeginner.

"No, we can't. The stove would have to be fixed, and we haven't time.
Even if we had, though, I wouldn't trust you to help with another meal."

Now this was too much for Mrs. Newbeginner's overtaxed nerves. "You're
just horrid to say that and I'll never play with you again as long as I
live. I'm going home to my mamma."

Whereupon she stalked out through the door. The sight of her
retreating figure brought Mr. Newbeginner to his senses. He ran to the
door after her.