“You ought to whip her!” Mrs. Bryce said to the governess.
A maid appeared at the door to announce the first arrivals.
“Now, you see, your guests are coming, and you aren’t even dressed.”
“I won’t go,” reiterated the child, sullenly.
“If we ask Patsy, will you go?” asked Mrs. Bryce desperately.
“No—o; yes.”
“Put on her clothes, Miss Wilder, and telephone the Lodge that Isabelle wants Patsy for her party.”
“But, Mrs. Bryce, do you think we ought to humour her? Will not the children’s mothers object to Patsy?”
“Well, if you want her to go to this party, you’d better make a bargain with her. I know her.”