But when she got past the rows of peas and beans that had hidden Anna, she saw that what her cousin was poking up was not a wasps' nest, but a heap that was blazing on the ground.
"What are you doing ?" gasped Betty excitedly.

"What a lovely fire!" At the sound of a voice Anna spun round quickly, the very picture of frightened guilt; but when she saw Betty her fear turned to anger, hot and uncontrollable because she was frightened.
"You are always spying and prying after me," she cried passionately.
"Why can I never have a moment to myself?
Other people can, and why can't I ?" Poor Anna was hot and overdone, and her nerves were so much on edge that she scarcely knew what she was doing or saying.

But Betty had no knowledge of nerves, and under this unfair accusation she could make no allowance for her cousin, and her temper rose too.
"How dare you say I pry and spy! You know it is not true, Anna.

I only came to ask you to play with us, and--and how was I to know that you were doing something that you didn't want any one to see?
Why don't you want any one to see you?
What are you burning ?" Betty stepped nearer and looked more closely.

"O Anna, it is your clothes that you are burning.