“Yes, dry old books—all about good people that were never in the world at all,” finished Eileen, “and expect us to be like them. She needn’t think she’s going to make me like any of her old good people in books.”
“Nor me, either!” said Doris.
“Me, eder!” said Baby.
“And I bet she won’t be able to ride!” went on Eileen, “and knows nothing about bush life.”
“And I bet she don’t like little ducks and chickens,” put in Doris.
“I wonder what will she be like, and what’ll her name be,” said Mollie.
“I bet she’ll be tall and thin!” said Eva.
“Oh, sure to!” said Eileen. “I can see her now, getting round with her head in the air, turning her long nose up at everything,” and then Eileen walked round, sniffing contemptuously, and they all laughed merrily.
“Dear, oh, dear! I do wonder what she’ll be like!” said Eva, sobering up.
“Who?” asked Willie, who just then came through the gate.