"Oh, Teddy, how selfish!" Hope's tone was rebuking.
"I don't care. Do go in!" she said petulantly, as she started to mount.
"Can't you mount any better than that, after all those lessons?" Phebe asked, a moment later, as Theodora picked herself up from beneath her wheel. "I know I could do better than that."
"Try it, then." Theodora faced her little sister hotly.
Phebe drew back.
"I'm—I'm going to the post-office with Isabel, and her mother told us to hurry."
Allyn added his voice to the chorus.
"Wait," he proclaimed; "I wants to talk. Phebe spokes so much, she takes up all the room."
"What now, Allyn?" Hope inquired.
"Teddy tumbled over," he returned gravely. "I should fink she could ride now, and not tumble over so much."