Molly uttered an exclamation. “Dear me, who can be coming now?” she thought.
Jessie, however, who was far sharper than her sister, saw the colour of the car, and said, in a disgusted voice, “Why, if that isn’t the Dodds’ car! Well, really, I never knew anything so cheeky! They have certainly not lost time.”
“Did you invite them to come, Jess?” asked Molly.
“Oh, in a kind of general way,” replied Jessie. “I simply said that I knew mother would be glad to see them at Preston Manor during the holidays.”
“But what can you expect from those sort of people?” here interrupted Kitty, who, in her handsome crimson frock and smart little squirrel-cap and jacket, all of which she owed to the Dodds, was standing by. “Those kind of people haven’t the slightest idea how to behave themselves. Give them an inch and they take an ell.”
“GLORY BE!” ANSWERED PEGGY; “YOU ASK KITTY IF SHE’D LIKE ME TO FINISH THAT SENTENCE.”—Page [243].
“Well, I suppose you are glad that one of the Dodds is coming,” said Peggy, who was also walking up and down before the drawing-room windows, and wondering eagerly when she could escape to the poultry-yard. “They are your friends, you know,” she added, “however low down you may consider them. Oh, wurra, then,” she continued, “and I like them, too; that Grace isn’t half bad, although——” She stopped and fixed her bright eyes on Kitty.
Kitty turned first red and then white. Oh how she hated Peggy Desmond!
“What were you going to say, Peggy?” asked Jessie, who saw that Kitty was annoyed; “you ought to finish your sentences, you know.”