“Oh, mother’s always so down on Mr. Galbraith.”
“What’s she down on him for?”
“Just because he wants to discover the North Pole.”
“Well, don’t you think yourself that’s rather—”
“No, I don’t.”
“To be wasting two whole years in just hunting round for the Pole? What’s the good of the Pole, anyway?”
Hildegarde smiled a smile of superiority.
“My geography”—Bella invoked authority that even a big girl must respect—“my geography says—”
“You’re too young to understand. It’s not the Pole. It’s the glory.”