“Don’t be sarcastic, Barbara,” said mother. “You are still only a Child, and a very untidy Child at that. What do you do with your elbows to rub them through so? It must have taken patience and aplication.”
“Mother,” I said, “am I to have the party dresses?”
“Two. Very simple.”
“Low in the neck?”
“Certainly not. A small v, perhaps.”
“I’ve got a good neck.”
She rose impressively.
“You amaze and shock me, Barbara,” she said coldly.
“I shouldn’t have to wear tulle around my shoulders to hide the bones!” I retorted. “Sis is rather thin.”
“You are a very sharp-tongued little girl,” mother said, looking up at me. I am two inches taller than she is.