"No, no, I can't think about him," Chale Cheney became very determined, "He hurt the baby so much; the baby can't forgive him so quickly. He has to coax. Yes, he has to coax. The baby is very proud and haughty!"
Having said that, the little guy harrumphed coldly.
Jasmine Yale laughed; the little guy's self-talk was so adorable.
Who had he learned it from?
Chattering non-stop, he sure had a lot to say.
He was a bit like her when she was in her teens: if she was in a particularly good mood, she loved to talk, nonstop.
Like the time she won first place in a poetry recitation, she talked about it everywhere in the Cheney Residence, to anyone she saw.
Even though she didn't quite like Tomer, she told Tomer, too.
As soon as Sylvan Cheney returned, she told Sylvan Cheney.
Back then, she was easily satisfied; a small thing could keep her happy for many days.
If Sylvan Cheney was a bit nicer to her, she could stay happy for a whole month!
