"And please make dear papa give her the right things"
Charlotte, standing composedly in one corner of the hall
Alexia coolly read on, one arm around Polly
"My dear Alexia," cried Miss Salisbury, quite softened, "don't feel so"
"I'll not sing a note!"
"For shame, Polly, if the Little Brown House teachings are forgotten like this"
Polly turned and waved her music-roll at them
"I'm not going to lecture you"
"Don't stop me," cried Pickering crossly
"I'm going home," declared Charlotte