"Stephie'll never forgive you!"
"Much I care!"
[CHAPTER VII]
The Cuckoo's Progress
"Your bear cub still needs taming, Ulyth," said Gertrude Oliver. "She spilt her coffee this morning—such a mess on the tablecloth! I wish I didn't sit next to her. I felt like Alice at the March Hare's tea-party."
"It was half Maud's fault; she jerked her elbow," pleaded Ulyth in extenuation.
"Oh, you can't whitewash her, so don't try! I won't say she isn't better than when she arrived, but there's room for improvement."
"She's much slimmer. I suppose it must have been the voyage that had made her grow so fat in September."