"Go away, Aldiff," she said.
"Miss MacCarthy,--Baby, dear," Meg suggested, gently, catching Aldith's
half-scornful smile.
"ALDIFF," repeated Baby obstinately. Then she relented, and put
one caressing little arm round her sister's neck.
"I will say Miff MacCarfy iss you will say ze uzzer little pig,
too."
"Oh, send her away, Marguerite, do," Aldith said impatiently,
"I have an enthralling secret to tell you, and I'll have to go soon."
Meg looked interested immediately.
"Run away, Baby, dear," she said, kissing the disappointed little
face; "go and play Noah's Ark with Bunty, and I'll finish the
piggies to-night or to-morrow."
"But I want them NOW" Baby said insistently.
Meg pushed her gently aside. "No, run away, pet--run away at once
like a good girl, and I'll tell you Red Riding Hood, too, to-morrow."
Baby looked up at her sister's guest."
"You are a horrid old pig, Aldiff MacCatfy," she said, with slow
emphasis, "an' I hates you hard, an' we all hates you here, 'ceps Meg;
and Pip says you're ze jammiest girl out, an' I wis' a drate big ziant
would come and huff and puff and blow you into ze middlest part of
ze sea."
Aldith laughed, a little aggravating grown-up laugh, that put the
finishing touch to Baby's auger.
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