“You’re not,” said Henrietta. “Not one of us would attempt to follow in your wild footsteps. We wouldn’t dare.”
“And she said that I ought not to give way to my wicked impulses—”
“They’re, not really wicked,” said Jean. “At least you never do anything sneaky and you always tell the truth.”
“And,” finished Maude, “I’m perfectly incorrigible and I shall never grow up to be a lady.”
“I think you will,” laughed Henrietta. “The good die young, you know.”
“Didn’t she punish you?” asked Sallie.
“Didn’t she?” returned Maude. “I have to learn and recite a whole Chapter of American History. Prose, mind you. And she picked out the very dullest chapter in the whole book.”
“I’ll say this for Miss Woodruff,” laughed Henrietta. “Sometimes she shows remarkable ingenuity in her punishments. That one will keep Maude out of mischief for some time.”
“I wanted dreadfully to go to that movie,” confessed Sallie. “I read that book last vacation and I loved it. But Mrs. Rhodes keeps finding more and more things for me to do Saturdays and I just can’t get through in time to go any place.”
“Tell us about your own people,” pleaded Jean. “You know you always promised to.”