"No; that's Norah's. Don't you see the corner all crumpled up which she
holds in her hand when she goes to sleep?"
"Oh dear! oh dear! I don't think, after all, that it's _easy_ having
a B. D. S. It seemed just to spoil it all when Norah went thumping
down--down, like a big ball."
Pattie gave a little sigh, too, and was putting down the chair she was
carrying that she might rest her arms and have room for another deeper
sigh, when mother's voice was heard calling--
"Mollie! Pattie! I want you down here!"
Off they ran, feeling down in their little hearts that mother _must_
know how to put things happy again.
First of all they looked with interested and pitying eyes at Norah,
whose head had become an odd shape, and whose face was white and patchy.
Then they stood side by side with Kitty, watching mother's face, and
waiting.
"The B. D. S. has had a bad beginning, dears," she said. "I don't think
it was a good plan to pull everything out of your rooms to start with.
But never mind that now."
As mother spoke she kept one hand behind her chair, and she smiled.
She was sorry for her little girls.
"I am going to propose," she went on, "that you should alter your
society a little bit. The _letters_ will be the same. It will still be
the B. D. S.; but the work will be different and easier."