cried Nattie, angrily; "but I'm determined that I won't stir till I have a mind to."
"If you had carried the jelly, you needn't have been troubled with going to the kitchen," said Mrs. Nesmith.
"Well, I didn't carry the jelly; and, what's more, I didn't intend to. The truth is, I don't care if Hat Hartwell is sick."
"Nathalie!" said the mother, reproachfully, "what if you should be ill, yourself? Would you like to have any one speak of you so unfeelingly?"
"I don't intend to be sick. Hat wouldn't have been if she hadn't wet her feet in the slush, going to school, and then been afraid to ask to go to the fire and dry them."
"Hattie is very timid, and a good girl, I believe, generally."
"Oh, yes, she is too good. She don't know enough to stand her own ground. Anybody can push her around and impose upon her as much as
