had stated. The woeful look of the flushed face suggested severe injuries.
"I feel mad enough to bite your head off," was the quick, spiteful answer; "and I tell you again that I wish you would go away and let me alone."
Susan looked at the flashing eyes that were now turned up to her face, and said, sorrowfully:
"Nathalie, did you know that mother had had another bleeding spell?"
"Yes; what of it? She has them every little while, and always gets well again. What is it to spit up a little blood?—not half as bad as to have a scalded face, aching and smarting; but nobody minds anything about me."
"I am sorry that your face smarts, Nattie; but am more sorry that your disobedient conduct should have brought this very serious illness upon mother. I fear that she will never be as well as she was before."
"What do you say that I made her sick for?" demanded Nattie, sharply. "It was Biddy, who
