"I do wish you wouldn't talk so much about God and the Devil. People don't do it. It makes us quite ashamed of you."
"I don't care," said Noel, setting his lips in an obstinate line. "It was Satan that made her fight like that. I'll ask Mother if it wasn't!"
"She's awfully naughty," said Diana, "but I do like her. She thinks we're prigs, but we couldn't be expected to all begin to fight and kick and scream at poor Julia. I don't wonder she gets cross with Inez!"
"She ought to go to school," said Chris in his superior tone. "She'd soon get licked into shape."
"She told me when her father and mother come home they are going to send her to school, and she says she will like it."
"Oh, will she!" said Chris with a short laugh. "A boy came the other day to our school: his mother and nurse have spoilt him, and he began carrying on high jinks with some fellows. You should have seen how they dropped on him! I felt quite sorry for the kid!"
"What did they do to him?" asked Noel with interest.
"You'll see when you come there. You aren't much better than Inez sometimes, when you can't get your way, so don't preach so much."
"I don't preach. But I shall when I grow up. It's very good to preach."
Chris refused to argue the matter out.