“Miss Walkingham,” said Ethel, “but you won’t understand. She seemed half wild! Worse than me!”
“How did you like the pretty improving manners?” asked Harry.
“Manners! she had none,” said Flora. “She, highly connected! used to the best society!”
“How do you know what the best society do?” asked Harry.
“The poor thing seemed very shy,” said Margaret.
“I don’t know about shyness,” said Flora.
“She was stifling a laugh all the time, like a rude schoolboy. And I thought papa said she was pretty!”
“Ay? Did you think her so?” asked Harry.
“A great broad red face—and so awkward!” cried Flora indignantly.
“If one could have seen her face, I think she might have been nice-looking,” said Margaret. “She had pretty golden curls, and merry blue eyes, rather like Harry’s.”