"Oh, mamma, I am _so_ glad!" she said, over and over again.
"I am glad too," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "Her mamma has told her several
times not to jump so much."
"Yes, I heard her." Nan's eyes dropped. "I was wicked to turn the rope
for her."
In the end Nan told her mother the whole story, to which Mrs. Bobbsey
listened very gravely.
"It was certainly wrong, Nan," she said. "After this I hope my little
girl will try to do better."
"I shall try," answered Nan.
It was long after the dinner hour before the excitement died away. Then
it was learned that Grace was resting quietly in an easy chair and the
doctor had ordered that she be kept quiet for several days. She was very
much frightened and had told her parents that she would never jump rope
again.
The time was the fall of the year, and that Saturday evening there was a
feeling of snow in the air stronger than before.
"Oh, if only it would snow!" came from Bert, several times. "I like
winter better than anything."
"I don't," answered Nan. "Think of the nice flowers we have in the
summer."
"You can't have much fun with flowers, Nan.
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