“How do you like the Oliphant?” asked Patty as the girls settled down for an intimate chat.
“Oh, I like it all right; I think the school is as good as any and Miss Oliphant seems very nice, though really I haven’t seen much of her. I like the girls fairly well, but the Grigs seem to be the nicest ones of the whole school.”
“Oh, you think that because you know them better than the others. Isn’t Hilda a dear?”
“Yes, I suppose so; but somehow, I don’t get on with her quite as well as with the others. I always seem to rub her the wrong way, though I never mean to.”
“That’s because you both want to rule,” said Patty, laughing; “has it never struck you, Elise, that you’re very fond of having things your own way?”
“Yes,” returned Elise, tranquilly, “I know quite well what you mean. It’s my nature to boss others.”
“Yes, that’s just it; and it’s Hilda’s nature, too.”
“And it’s your nature, too.”
“Yes, I think it is. But I don’t care so much about it as you two girls, and I’m more willing to give in.”
“You’re better natured—that’s the truth. And that’s one reason why I like you best of all the schoolgirls. And I hope you like me; do you?”