" "Now, Missy, don't begin that again! You're always
starting out to ride some enthusiasm hard, and then letting it die
down. You must learn to see things through. Now, go and get your
lunch ready."
Missy meekly obeyed. It wasn't the first time she'd been rebuked for
her unstable temperament. She was meek and abashed; yet it is not
uninteresting to know one possesses an unstable temperament which
must be looked after lest it prove dangerous. The picnic was as dull
as she had feared it would be. She usually liked children but, that
day, the children at first were too riotously happy and then, as
they tired themselves out, got cross and peevish. Especially the
Smith children. One of the teachers said the oldest little Smith
girl seemed to have fever; she was sick--as if that excused her
acting like a little imp! She ought to have been kept at home--the
whole possessed Smith tribe ought to have been kept at home!
Missy wished she herself were at home. She'd probably missed a
telephone call from Mr. Briggs--he had said he might call up. She
could hardly wait to reach home and find out.
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