“What are you flattering my Aunt Jane’s Poll-parrot for?” Sally demanded with dignity.
“I want to find out if I’m going to make the Archery Contest tomorrow,” Gladys replied, “and I don’t know anybody but Aunt Jane’s Poll-parrot that can tell me.”
“You might ask her about the rest of us,” Prue suggested, and Gladys turned back to the window.
“How about Prue, Polly?” she inquired seriously.
“... Oh, is that so?”
“... Well, perhaps you’re right.”
“... Very well, I’ll tell her.”
She turned back to the laughing group of girls.
“Aunt Jane’s Poll-parrot says that Prue couldn’t hit the side of a barn door, and he advises her to serve lemonade on the side lines.”
Prue sniffed contemptuously.