"That is rather hard.

It's a poor thing human nature." "It is," Jean agreed.

"I went to the dancing-class the other day to see a most unwilling Mhor trip fantastically, and I saw a tiny girl take the hand of an older girl and look admiringly up at her.

The older child, with the awful heartlessness of childhood wriggled her hand away and turned her back on her small admirer.

The poor mite stood trying not to cry, and presently a still tinier mite came snuggling up to her and took her hand.