LET HER POUT IT OUT.





I HOPE there is no coolness between you and Maria," said Mrs.
Appleton to her young friend, Louisa Graham, one evening at a social
party. "I have not seen you together once to-night; and just now she
passed without speaking, or even looking at you."

"Oh, as to that," replied Louisa, tossing her head with an air of
contempt and affected indifference, "she's got into a pet about
something; dear knows what, for I don't."

"I am really sorry to hear you say so," remarked Mrs. Appleton.
"Maria is a warm-hearted girl, and a sincere friend. Why do you not
go to her, and inquire the cause of this change in her manner?"

"Me! No, indeed. I never humour any one who gets into a pet and goes
pouting about in that manner."

"But is it right for you to act so? A word of inquiry or explanation
might restore all in a moment."

"Right or wrong, I never did and never will humour the whims of such
kind of people. No, no. Let her pout it out! That's the way to cure
such people."