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An Old-Fashioned Girl

4. Little Things
"IT 'S so wainy, I can't go out, and evwybody is so cwoss they won't play with me," said
Maud, when Polly found her fretting on the stairs, and paused to ask the cause of her
wails.
"I 'll play with you; only don't scream and wake your mother. What shall we play?"
"I don't know; I 'm tired of evwything, 'cause my toys are all bwoken, and my dolls are all
sick but Clawa," moaned Maud, giving a jerk to the Paris doll which she held upside
down by one leg in the most unmaternal manner.
"I 'm going to dress a dolly for my little sister; would n't you like to see me do it?" asked
Polly, persuasively, hoping to beguile the cross child and finish her own work at the
same time.
"No, I should n't, 'cause she 'll look nicer than my Clawa. Her clothes won't come off;
and Tom spoilt 'em playing ball with her in the yard."
"Would n't you like to rip these clothes off, and have me show you how to make some
new ones, so you can dress and undress Clara as much as you like?"
"Yes; I love to cut." And Maud's, face brightened; for destructiveness is one of the
earliest traits of childhood, and ripping was Maud's delight.
Establishing themselves in the deserted dining-room, the children fell to work; and when
Fanny discovered them, Maud was laughing with all her heart at poor Clara, who,
denuded of her finery, was cutting up all sorts of capers in the hands of her merry little
mistress.
"I should think you 'd be ashamed to play with dolls, Polly. I have n't touched one this
ever so long," said Fanny, looking down with a superior air.
"I ain't ashamed, for it keeps Maud happy, and will please my sister Kitty; and I think
sewing is better than prinking or reading silly novels, so, now." And Polly stitched away
with a resolute air, for she and Fanny had had a little tiff; because Polly would n't let her
friend do up her hair "like other folks," and bore her ears.
"Don't be cross, dear, but come and do something nice, it 's so dull to-day," said Fanny,
anxious to be friends again, for it was doubly dull without Polly.
"Can't; I 'm busy."
 
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