Little Fay paused in the very middle of a yell and her face twinkled through the restraining net.
"Pandemolium," she echoed, joyously rolling it over on her tongue with obvious gusto.
"She kickened and fit with me," Tony cried angrily. "I must box her."
"Pandemolium?" little Fay repeated inquiringly. "What nelse?"
"Yes," said Jan, trying hard not to laugh; "that's exactly what it was ... disgraceful."
"What nelse?" little Fay persisted. She had heard disgraceful before. It lacked novelty.
"All sorts of horrid things," said Jan. "Selfish and odious and ill-bred——"
"White bled, blown bled, ill-bled," the person under the net chanted. "What nother bled?"
"There's well-bred," said Jan severely, "and that's what neither you nor Tony are at the present moment."