"What a beautiful way to treat wrath, you mean," said her sister; "with 'a soft answer.'"
"It was as good as a play," laughed Judy. "I never enjoyed myself more in all my life."
But, somehow, Molly felt a little uncomfortable always when she recalled that election, although it was an honest, straightforward election, won by the force of oratory and personality, and so skillfully that the opposing side never knew it had been duped by a prearranged plan of four extremely clever young women.
CHAPTER IV.
A TEMPEST IN A TEAPOT.
"Do you think those little feet of yours will be able to carry you so far, Otoyo?" asked Molly anxiously, one Saturday morning.
Otoyo gave one of her delightfully ingenuous smiles.
"My body is smally, too," she said. "The weight is not grandly."
"Not smally; just small, Otoyo," admonished Molly, who was now well launched in her tutoring of the little Japanese, and had almost broken her of her participial habits. But the adverbial habit appeared to grow as the participial habit vanished.
"And you won't get too tired?" asked Judy.