"Eileen O'Brien, you got out of your bed the wrong side this morning!" she observed, and walked from the room. Molly looked at Nell commiseratingly.
"I know," she said, "we never have these horrid yellow fogs at—"
Nell stopped the word before it left her lips, with a wildly impatient:—
"Oh, be quiet!"
"I only meant—"
"I know you did! Go on with your history."
"But—"
Nell looked at her.
"If you say another word, Molly O'Brien, I shall yell!"
Denis came in.