“If you want to see Birchall, I will walk with you,” said Fanny. “You can’t object to my doing that, can you?”
“We mean to run,” said Hetty.
“Oh no, you don’t!” said Fanny. Here she took Hetty’s hand, pulled it violently through her arm. “You’ve got to talk to me, both of you. I have something important I want to say.”
Sylvia laughed.
“Why do you laugh, you naughty, rude little girl?”
“Oh, please forgive me, Fanny; but it does sound so silly for you to say that you have something important to talk over with us, for of course we know perfectly well that you have nothing of the sort.”
“Then you are wrong, that’s all; and I sha’n’t waste time arguing with you.”
“That’s all right,” said Hetty. “We may be off to Birchall now, mayn’t we, Fanny?”
“No, you mayn’t. You must take a message from me to Betty.”
“I thought so,” remarked Sylvia.