“I won't. You can hear it to-night, when they all talk about it.”
“What use is it?”
Aunt Dressie stared at her. “What use are you?” she said.
Warble's brain stopped beating.
Bump.
What use was she—she, the utilitarian, the efficient, the practical! What use? Grrrhhh!
She'd show 'em! The silly bunch! Not one of them could put together the dissected beef picture in the cook-book if the cuts were separated!
“I don't care! I won't endure it!
“What's Aunt Dressie anyhow? A military blonde, with glazed chintz undies! What's Marigold Leathersham? A smart party who wears a hat!