"I wish, at any rate, you could get her out of using those dreadful backwoods expressions. It's high time she dropped them. She's been here nearly a full term."
Ulyth thought so too, and the next time she found a suitable opportunity she tackled Rona on the subject.
"You're too nice to speak in such a queer way. You've no idea how it spoils you," she urged. "You could be another girl if you'd only take a little trouble."
"What's the use? Who minds what I'm like?" returned the Cuckoo a trifle defiantly.
"I do," said Ulyth emphatically.
"Not really?"
"Indeed I do. I care very much. You came over here to be my friend, and there are many things I want in a friend."
"I didn't know you cared," replied Rona in a softened voice. "No one ever did before—except Dad, when he said I was a savage."
"Don't you want to show him what you can grow into?" asked Ulyth eagerly. "Think how surprised and pleased he'll be when he sees you again!"
"There's something in that."