"Thou wilt not speak words of this sort," said Dinah.
"But I will, pretty Quakeress," said Henny, who was still securely fastened in the punishment chair. "I say, where's the birch rod? Dinah, me honey, take care of thy money; it's all botheration from bottom to top."
"Maureen O'Brien has come to see thee," remarked Dinah. "Thou wilt treat her civilly."
"I'm peckish, peckish," said Henrietta. "I don't want to see the enemy, and I'm tied into this odious chair, so that I can't get at her. I tell thee I'm just pining to scratch her face."
"Dinah, may I speak to Henrietta?" said Maureen.
"Thou hast full permission," said Dinah.
She sat down at once and went on with her eternal sewing. She had her back slightly turned to the two girls.
Henrietta burst into a scream of laughter.
"I say, Goody-two-shoes, doesn't she look nobby in that Quaker cap. I'm going to be a Quaker in future, and I'll 'thee' and 'thou' thee all out of the world. I expect I'll make a very striking Quaker. Isn't my hair jolly fuzzy? She took the glue out of it—you might rumple it up for me a bit if you like."