one can do anything with him. You come and
try, like a good child. He likes you."

"He turned me out of the room this morning,"
said Mary, stamping her foot with excitement.

The stamp rather pleased the nurse. The truth
was that she had been afraid she might find
Mary crying and hiding her head under the
bed-clothes.

"That's right," she said. "You're in the right
humor. You go and scold him. Give him something
new to think of. Do go, child, as quick as
ever you can."

It was not until afterward that Mary realized
that the thing had been funny as well as dreadful
-- that it was funny that all the grown-up people
were so frightened that they came to a little
girl just because they guessed she was almost as
bad as Colin himself.

She flew along the corridor and the nearer she
got to the screams the higher her temper mounted.
She felt quite wicked by the time she reached the
door. She slapped it open with her hand and ran
across the room to the four-posted bed.

"You stop!" she almost shouted. "You stop!
I hate you! Everybody hates you! I wish everybody
would run out of the house and let you
scream yourself to death! You _will_ scream yourself
to death in a minute, and I wish you would!"

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