"But I don't want to dance, and I like to play at this," cries Madelon with her shrill little voice, clutching the board with both her small hands, as the Countess tried to get possession of it; "you have no right to take it away. Papa lets me play with it; and I don't care for you! Give it me back again, I say; _je le veux, je le veux!_" "No, no," answered the Countess, pushing it beyond Madelon's reach to the other side of the table. "I daresay you have seen your papa play at that game; but children must not always do the same as their papas. Now, be good, and eat your bonbons like a sensible child." "I will not eat them if I may not play for them!" cried the child; and with one sweep of her hand she sent them all off the table on to the floor, and stamped on them again and again with her tiny foot. "You have no right to speak to me so!" she went on energetically; "no one but my papa speaks to me; and I don't know you, and I don't like you, and you are very ugly!" and then she turned her back on the Countess and stood in dignified silence. "_Mais c'est un petit diable!_" cried the astonished lady, fanning herself vigorously with her pocket-handkerchief. She was discomfited though she had won the victory, and hailed the return of her partner with the _eau sucree_ as a relief. "A thousand thanks, M. Jules! What if we take another turn, though this room really is of insufferable heat." Madelon was let confronting Horace, a most ill-used little girl, not crying, but with flushed cheeks and pouting lips--a little girl who had lost her game and her bonbons, and felt at war with all the world in consequence. Horace was sorry for her; he, too, thought she had been ill-used, and no sooner was the Countess fairly off than he said, very immorally, no doubt, "Would you like to have your game back again?" "No," said Madelon, in whom this speech roused a fresh sense of injury; "I have no more bonbons." Graham had none to offer her, and a silence ensued, during which she stood leaning against the table, slowly scraping one foot backwards and forwards over the remains of the scattered bonbons. At last he bethought him of a small bunch of charms that he had got somewhere, and hung to his watch-chain, and with which he had often enticed and won the hearts of children. "Would you like to come and look at these?" he said, holding them up. "No," she replied, ungraciously, and retreating a step backwards. "Not at this?" he said. "Here is a little steam engine that runs on wheels; and, see, here is a fan that will open and shut." "No," she said again, with a determined little shake of her head, and still retreating. "But only look at this," he said, selecting a little flexible enamel fish, and trying to lure back this small wild bird. "See this little gold and green fish, it moves its head and tail."