Таинственный сад
XVII. A Tantrum
Shehatedthemsoandwassoterrifiedbythemthatsuddenlytheybegantomakeherangryandshefeltasifsheshouldliketoflyintoatantrumherselfandfrightenhimashewasfrighteningher.Shewasnotusedtoanyone’stempersbutherown.Shetookherhandsfromherearsandsprangupandstampedherfoot.
“Heoughttobestopped!Somebodyoughttomakehimstop!Somebodyoughttobeathim!”shecriedout.
Justthensheheardfeetalmostrunningdownthecorridorandherdooropenedandthenursecamein.Shewasnotlaughingnowbyanymeans.Sheevenlookedratherpale.
“He’sworkedhimselfintohysterics,”shesaidinagreathurry.“He’lldohimselfharm.Noonecandoanythingwithhim.Youcomeandtry,likeagoodchild.Helikesyou.”
“Heturnedmeoutoftheroomthismorning,”saidMary,stampingherfootwithexcitement.
Thestampratherpleasedthenurse.ThetruthwasthatshehadbeenafraidshemightfindMarycryingandhidingherheadunderthebed-clothes.
“That’sright,”shesaid.“You’reintherighthumor.Yougoandscoldhim.Givehimsomethingnewtothinkof.Dogo,child,asquickaseveryoucan.”
ItwasnotuntilafterwardthatMaryrealizedthatthethinghadbeenfunnyaswellasdreadful—thatitwasfunnythatallthegrown-uppeopleweresofrightenedthattheycametoalittlegirljustbecausetheyguessedshewasalmostasbadasColinhimself.
Sheflewalongthecorridorandthenearershegottothescreamsthehigherhertempermounted.Shefeltquitewickedbythetimeshereachedthedoor.