“Yes, I will. I hate Doddie.”
“The poor girl has done you no harm.”
“Possibly.”
“On the contrary, it’s you who tease her.”
“Yes, because I hate her.”
“Why? Surely you’re not jealous!”
She laughed aloud:
“No! That’s not one of my failings.”
“Then why?”
“What does it matter to you? I myself don’t know. I hate her. I love tormenting her.”