“Her clothes came out of the ark!” declared Hortense.
“And that hat!”
“And those boots—or is it because she clumps them so? I expect she is more used to riding than to walking.”
“And her language!” rejoined Belle.
“Ahem! What—what can we do, girls?” gasped Mr. Starkweather.
“Put her out!” cried Belle, loudly and angrily.
“She is quite too, too impossible, Pa,” agreed Hortense.
“With her coarse jokes,” said the older sister.
“And her rough way,” echoed the other.
“And that ugly dress and hat.”