“Oh, do shut up,” said Fanchon.
Nina turned restlessly on her hot seat. “I wish I was like Brenda,” she said, after a minute’s pause.
“Well, you are not, and all the wishing in the world won’t make you so,” was Josephine’s answer.
“I suppose she is quite beautiful,” said Fanchon, with a sigh.
“Oh, yes—there isn’t a doubt of it,” continued Nina. “How the men do stare at her.”
“It’s very rude of men to stare,” said Josephine. “It is not at all to be admired.”
“But Brenda likes it, all the same,” said Nina. “I know she does, for she nudges me sometimes as we are on the way to church. What a long time she is with Madame Declassé!”
“Nina,” said Fanchon, “if you don’t sit still, you will startle Rob, and he may take it into his head to run away.”
“Rob run away! He knows better,” answered Nina. “Why, he has hardly a kick in him—poor old dear! You wouldn’t run away, would you, Rob?”
Rob flicked his ears, and gave a slight movement to his tail. This he considered sufficient answer to Nina’s tender enquiry.