her! I don't know how I could; but I was so miserable and so angry and felt so abused! Just to think of my mamma being jealous of those little red beads, when I loved her so much more and so differently that there wasn't the least bit of comparison; and to think that she would go and destroy them just for that! Oh, I was so dreadfully unhappy! Of course, Bridget didn't know any better than to tell me such things; she was ignorant, and beside, she really thought that Mamma had put them away because I spent too much time playing with them; and I believed all she said, and felt so angry and ugly toward Mamma and everybody, and so dreadfully ill-used.
"I kept growing crosser and crosser, and feeling more and more abused, and by and by I went to Mamma, crying, and said:
