"There's a girl at St. Chad's who's named Flossie;
She tries to be terribly 'bossy',
She sets us all straight
(Which is just what we hate),
And makes us exceedingly cross(y)."
"Oh, what a fearfully lame rhyme!" said Lettice.
"I know it is, but I couldn't think of any other word. If you're offended, Flossie, you can go away."
"I'm not silly enough to care about such trifles," replied Flossie loftily.
"You've quite left out Janie," said Lettice, "and there she is sewing all the time, and as usual never offering a single remark. Janie Henderson, why don't you talk?"
"You don't give me a chance to put in a word," protested Janie. "Perhaps I'm like the proverbial parrot, which couldn't talk, but thought all the more."