Molly began, "Why, you just said—"
"I'm not sayin' it now, Molly O'Brien!"
"Duckie," Nell said, "will you write me a letter? I just feel I'd like a letter."
Sheila Pat got paper and ink and began:—
"My dear Nell—"
She wrote for a few minutes, then she said:—.
"May I say I've no time to write any more now, Nell? I don't want to write any more."
She went down into the garden and quarrelled violently with Stewart over the rival merits of St. George and St. Patrick. In the very heart of the argument she slipped and grazed her nose on the wall. But she retrieved her position without loss of time or dignity, and went on with the argument.
Nell met her later wandering aimlessly up and down the stairs, in and out the rooms.
"Please don't touch me!" she said strenuously as Nell advanced, and she ran away down to the kitchen. At luncheon she hardly ate anything; she fidgeted, was rude to Miss Kezia.