blic. My mamma don't do that; but I heard Aunt Sarah
talking to her baby in the cars the other day, loud enough for every one
to hear, and she said: 'Poor grandpa! grandpa's gone away: don't Minnie
feel sorry? She can't play with grandpa's watch now. Grandpa wants
Minnie to come and see him, and ride on the pony, and Minnie must have
her new sacque made, so she can go. Will Minnie send a kiss to grandpa?'
and ever so much more. I know poor Minnie was ashamed, for she fidgeted
all the time; but what could she do?"

"Well, mamma would talk to me just the same way this morning, as we came
here, and I did my best to stop her, too, but it wasn't any use," said
Daisy, looking indignant. "She had to tell everybody that we were going
to see 'dear little Lillie Benson,' over and over again."

"But I'll tell you what makes me most angry, after all, Daisy," said her
cousin, suddenly. "Does your mamma ever give you a chicken bone to
suck?"

"Yes, she does, and oh!--I know what you're going to say," interrupted
Daisy. "That's another of our trials. You get a nice bone, and you begin
to enjoy yourself, when all at once your nurse or your mother fancies
you've found a scrap of meat on the bone, and then one or the other just
makes a fish-hook of her finger, and pokes it down your throat before
you know where you are!"

"That's it exactly," exclaimed Lillie. "I go through just such an
experience nearly every day, and it's too aggravating."

"Hark!" said Daisy, listening; "I hear old Dinah coming up stairs now,
and I suppose we'll have to listen to her baby-talk for a half-hour at
least. I know what I'll do; I'll make faces and scream."

"And get a dose of medicine, maybe, as I did one day," answered Lillie.
"I tried that plan to stop an old lady from saying, 'Ittie peshous!
ittie peshous! tiss ou auntie!' and mamma got so frightened she sent for
the doctor, and he gave me a horrid powder. I can taste it yet."

"That was too bad," said Daisy, compassionately; "but hush, dear, for
Dinah is at the door."

And when the old nurse came in the room, she found the two babies
wide-awake, smiling at each other, and saying, "Goo-goo," as sweetly as
if they hadn't a grievance in the world.

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