"Come away, Davie," said Miss Fosbrook; "don't tease your sister."
"I want her to say I may have her sixpence on Monday for the pig."
"No, you sha'n't, then," said Susan angrily; "you care for the nasty
pig more than for poor Mamma or anyone else, and you sha'n't have
it."
So seldom did Susan say anything cross, that everyone looked up
surprised. Miss Fosbrook saw that it was sheer unhappiness that made
her speak sharply, and would not take any notice, except by gently
taking away the pertinacious David.
He was very much distressed at the refusal; and when Miss Fosbrook
told him that his brother and sister could not think of such things
when they were in such trouble, he only answered, "But Hannah Higgins
won't get her pig."
Miss Fosbrook was vexed herself that her friend David should seem
possessed with this single idea, as if it shut out all others from
his mind. He was consoled fast enough; for Susan, with another great
sob, threw down her pen, and coming up to stroke him down with her
inky fingers, cried out, "O Davie, Davie, I didn't mean it; I don't
know why I said it.
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