"Well, what of it?" maintained Cordelia.
"What of what?" chirped a new voice; and Tilly Mack hurried up from behind them.
Cordelia looked plainly disappointed; but Genevieve turned with a light laugh.
"My magazine notes, Tilly. Cordelia doesn't like them," she explained.
"Oh, but Genevieve, it's only that I want you to write as you talk," supplemented Cordelia, in distress.
"Well, I don't know. I'm sure—aren't they true?" bridled Genevieve.
"True!" giggled Tilly, suddenly. "Oh, yes, they're true, just as 'c-a-t spells cat' is true—and they sound just about like that, too, Genevieve Hartley, and you know it."
"Humph! I like that," bridled Genevieve, again.
"Oh, Tilly, she writes lovely notes—you know she does," championed Cordelia, almost tearfully.
"No, I don't write lovely notes," disputed Genevieve, with unexpected frankness. "They're just like Tilly says they are, and they're horrid. I do say 'c-a-t spells cat' every time—but I simply can't seem to say anything else!"