"So you really didn't speak to Eva this morning!" said Dora, joining Amy as she was walking homeward. "I did not bellow you would keep your resolution, but I was glad you did, especially after what Eva said."
"What did she say?" asked Amy, feeling rather ashamed as she spoke.
"Oh, she tossed her head, and said you had got a jealous fit; but she guessed you would get over it. You knew what was good for yourself too well to quarrel with her, and if you did you would get the worst of it—that was one comfort. You see, she thinks she has you under her thumb, so she can do as she pleases with you."
"She will find herself mistaken!" said Amy, proudly. "I am not dependent upon her, I am thankful to say."
"But, after all, Amy, when you are under so many obligations to her—"
"Under what obligations, I should like to know?"
"Why, doesn't she pay your school bills? I understood so."
"Of course not! My mother pays my school bills! What do you mean?"
"Well, Amy, you need not bite my head off. I don't wonder you are angry. I am sure I should be, but you needn't blame me. Anyhow, if I were you, I would show that I did not mean to be domineered over, or coaxed either. 'But Amy has such a way with her—she can twist any one round her finger,' as she says."
"She will not twist me round her finger," said Amy. "I am not such a fool as she takes me for."