"I don't see why," said Lily, rather pettishly; for she did not feel very well that morning, and that and the close heat of the day made her more fretful than usual. "I should think queens could do just as they have a mind to and make their subjiks do it too; and I don't see what they have to have their skin all scraped up for if they don't want to;" and Lily twisted her head to give an aggrieved look at the little fat shoulder with that red mark upon it.
"I'll fix you," said Lola. "I'll put Miss Collins' footstool under your feet and you shall have the big cushion behind you. Some one bring the cushion while I carry the stool."
The footstool was brought in a moment; but the cushion was not to be found.
"The big girls had it yesterday," said Fanny Satterlee. "I saw them with it in their recess when I was going home. There comes Cora Prime now; let's ask her. Cora, what did the big girls do with that cushion yesterday when they had done with it?"
"The Lord knows; I don't," said Cora, playfully tapping Fanny on the head with the roll of music in her hand.
"Oh!" exclaimed Lily.
Daisy did not speak; but as Cora's eye happened to fall upon her, her face said as much as Lily's "Oh!"
"What's the matter with you two?" asked Cora, looking from one to the other of the little girls, but still good-natured.
"You oughtn't to say that," said Lily.