"If you were a gentleman you'd not want to take a lady's place!" said Margery, with withering scorn. "No gentleman ever sits down when a lady hasn't a seat."
"I'd like to know who wants to sit down?" demanded Jack.
"If you felt as you ought, you'd want your cousin to be postmaster," said Margery.
"Well, I don't; so there!" said Jack.
"Who does?" asked Trix, deserting her ally and turning on Margery. "You've got the office in your orchard, and that's enough."
"If I'd known that you'd all have been so selfish I'd never have said have a post-office," said Margery, turning away to hide the tears which always would come when she was angry, spoiling the effect of her most telling remarks.
"You're selfish yourself, because you want it as much as we do, and that is why you think we're selfish," said Amy, with so much truth that Margery could not retort.
"You're the meanest three in the world!" cried Trix.
"That counts me out, for you girls are the three, and Trix is the worst!" shouted Jack.