"Not all really very sick," replied Marian. "Some are merely ailing. But of course, they had been wounded," she felt patriotically obliged to qualify.
"Poor fellows," sighed Jane.
"Awfully jolly chaps," replied Marian.
Even at this early date Jane and Marian disagreed--and about wounded soldiers!
"Dazzling little foreigner our--Nellie," too sweetly remarked Marian. "Hasn't she the loveliest accent?"
"Do you think so?" almost gasped Jane. There! In spite of all precautions that word "foreigner." What was there so perfectly fiendish about Marian Seaton? Why should she always sing out the falsetto?
"Oh, yes, I was wondering what was her province?" she persisted.
But Jane was now hurrying down the path, scattering recalcitrant dishes as she went.
Plague that old Marian Seaton and her sneers!
"Oh, hello, Janie," called out Dozia Dalton, otherwise Theodosia. "How's the Wild and Wooly?"