“What did we do?”
“Treating me like a infunt!”
“Which you are,” retorted her mother.
Later, in talking it over with Miss Watts, Isabelle said:
“Mr. Christiansen is my ideal. He thinks he would not call me very plain,” she added. Then, “Miss Watts, what is an Amazon?”
“The Amazon is a river.”
“But he said a comp’ny of Amazons.”
“Oh, they were women warriors,” instructed the teacher, and expounded the subject at some length.
“What did they wear?” demanded Isabelle.
“We’ll look up some pictures of them and find out.”