94 KATHERINE.

“ He is such a little fellow,” her mother said. “Did you
try to soothe him and amuse him some other way ?”

“No,” replied Katherine; “TI am sure he ought to be glad
to have me amuse him any way.”

“But that was not amusing him. It is very hard for a
grown person to sit still while one is making a portrait of him,
and how could you expect a little baby to like it? AndIam
sure, Katherine, I heard a very angry voice speaking to him.
He is not used to being scolded.”

Katherine tossed her head, with a defiant look upon her
face, and, giving her shoulders a little jerk, she turned away.
The baby, now in the arms of his mother, soon stopped his
crying.

“T think we do not need you,” said her mother “and I
would rather not see you again this afternoon.’

Katherine tossed her head again, and walked very slowly
out of the room, with the air of a much-injured person.

She went into her own room, and thought she would play
with her dolls, but somehow she did not feel very comfortable,
and she twitched the poor dolly about till she tore her frock,
and then she threw her down and went to the window.

Sitting in a big chair, with her elbows on the window-sill,
she watched a flock of sparrows which were twittering and
hopping about on the roof and the tree outside; they turned
their little heads from one side to the other, and peeped up at
Katherine, giving sharp little chirps as they did so.