Such a peaceful, pretty picture! Ah yes--what a pity to disturb it. But I must show you the whole of it. Into this pretty nursery flies another child--a tiny fairy of a girl, tiny even for her years which are but five--in she flies, down the long passage which leads to the children's quarters, in at the nursery door, which, in spite of her hurry, she carefully closes, and seeing that the other door is open closes it too, then, flying back to the centre of the room, deliberately sets to work to--children, can you guess?--to _scream_! She sheds no tears, there is no grief, only wrath, great and furious, in the little face which should have been so pretty, in the big blue eyes which should have been so sweet. She shakes herself till her fair, fluffy hair is all in a "touzle," she dances with rage till her neck and arms are crimson, from time to time in the middle of her screams calling out at the pitch of her voice, "I don't love _any_ body. I don't want _any_ 'sing. I don't like _any_ 'sing. Go away ugly evybody. I don't love Pince. Go away ugly Pince." The girl by the fire looked up for a moment. "Prince isn't here," she said. "Oh, Hoodie," she went on wearily, "how _can_ you--how can you be so naughty?" Hoodie turned towards her sister. "I don't love _zou_, Maudie. Naughty, ugly Maudie. Pince _sall_ be here. Naughty Maudie. I _sall_ be naughty. I don't love _any_ body." "Nebber mind, Maudie dear, nebber mind naughty Hoodie. Hoodie's always naughty. Please go on, Maudie," said one of the two little boys. Magdalen tried to go on. But in the midst of such a din, it was very difficult to make herself heard, and at last she gave up in despair. "It's no good, Hec," she said, "I can't go on. Hoodie spoils everything when she gets like that." The little fellows' faces lengthened. "Hoodie 'poils ebery'sing," they murmured. Just then the door opened. "Miss Hoodie," said the maid who came in, "Miss Hoodie again! And Sunday morning too--the day you should be extra good." "The day she is nearly always extra naughty," said Magdalen, with the superiority of eight years old. "It's no good speaking to her, Martin. She's going to go on--she shut the doors first." Martin seated herself composedly beside the three children. "I never did see such a child," she said; "no, never. You would think, Miss Maudie, she might stop if she liked, seeing how she can keep it in like, as long as she's afraid of her Mamma hearing. If she can keep it in till she shuts the doors, she might keep it in altogether, you would think." "Stop! of course she can stop if she likes," said Magdalen. "What was it set her off, Martin, do you know?" "Something about Prince," replied Martin. "Thomas said she was trying to get him to come up-stairs with her, and he whistled to him, not knowing, and Prince ran away from her." "Hoodie's keeped all her bicsits for Pince, for a treat for him for Sunday," said little Hec, with some evident sympathy for Hoodie.