“Isn’t it queer,” Debby said, “that Blue Bonnet, who dislikes school more than any of us do, hasn’t got to—”
“Don’t you mention Blue Bonnet Ashe to me!” Kitty broke in. “Horrid little prig!”
“You know better, Kitty Clark!”
“Then she’s a coward—and that’s even worse.”
“Alec says he knows she had some good reason.”
“Then it’s the first time she’s ever had a good reason for anything. Debby, listen—it’s as I told Amanda yesterday,—you’ve got to choose between us.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Kitty!”
Kitty sniffed; at that moment she resembled nothing so much as a porcupine with its quills all ready for action. “I mean it!” she insisted.
Debby herself was not in her calmest mood; inwardly she very much regretted that rash speech of hers which had set this particular ball rolling. She wasn’t going to be dictated to by Kitty Clark—who was largely to blame for the scrape they were in. “Then I choose Blue Bonnet,” she said.
“Naturally! She has so much more to offer.”