“Oh, dear Mrs. Ward, of course, on Maggie’s! Do you think that a girl like me, with all my spirit and that irresistible sort of fun always bubbling up in me, could stand the stuck-ups?”
“Kitty, you have no right to speak of any girls in the school by such an offensive term.”
“I am sorry,” said Kitty. “I ought not to have said it to you. But they are stuck-ups; they really are.”
“And what do you call yourself?”
“Oh, the live-and-let-live—that’s our title. But it’s only quite among ourselves, and perhaps I ought not to have said it.”
“I will never repeat what you have told me in confidence, dear. But now for your request?”
“Well, we of Maggie’s set want to invite the Aneta set to a sort of general party. We should like it to be on the half-holiday, if possible. We want to give them a right royal entertainment in order to knock some of their stuck-upness out of them. We wish for your leave in the matter.”
“You must describe your entertainment a little more fully.”
“I can’t; for we haven’t really and truly planned it all out yet. But I tell you what we’ll do. If you give us leave to have the party, we will ask Queen Aneta and her satellites if possible this very evening, and then we’ll submit our programme to you. Now, may we do this, or may we not?”
“Who sent you to me, Kathleen?”