FOOLISH FRIGHTS. 
93 
“ I wonder that any person that knew what 
fear is would treat a child so,” replied Kate. 
“I am not much of a coward myself; but I 
know it is any thing hut a pleasant feeling.” 
“ The worst of it was, that Aunt Meredith 
is a real coward herself,” said Annie, “and 
is afraid of the most foolish things, such as 
Daisy would not think of crying for. She 
made the greatest fuss last summer you 
ever heard of, because there was a little 
striped snake in the garden. She would 
not go out for two or three days. And she 
screams at toads and mice, that never hurt 
anybody. Daisy is very bold about real 
danger. The day the horses ran away, she 
never moved nor cried, but sat as still as a 
mouse till they were stopped. It is always 
something she don’t know about, or some¬ 
thing she has heard or read, that troubles 
her. I dare say she was thinking of that 
story of the ocelot killing the little French 
girl, till she felt as though there was one 
under the bed, just ready to catch her by 
the throat.” 
“Poor thing!” said Kate, sleepily. “I 
hope—she will—get over it!” And the three 
were all asleep! 
