"What is the matter? Is Teddy sick?"
"No; she's all right." Phebe gave a hostile sniff.
"Then why doesn't she come over?"
"I s'pose because she doesn't want to."
"Is she mad about anything?"
Phebe shook her head mockingly. Then she rose and stood facing him, with her back to the fire.
"It's all Teddy, Teddy, Teddy!" she said complainingly. "Nobody takes the trouble to talk to me, and you're just as bad as the rest of them. You needn't think your old Teddy is perfect, for she isn't."
"Maybe not; but she is a blamed sight better than you are," Billy answered more bluntly than courteously.
