"Wait till the clouds roll by, Nellie,
Wait till the clouds roll by, . . ."
"Effie," Margery began. Effie did not hear, so Margery had to try again. "Effie!"
"Oh," remarked Effie, stopping her song and looking at them, as it were, for the first time. Then she asked, in her haughtiest tone: "Is it me yir talkin' to?"
"Willie Jones wants to say something to you, Effie."
Margery gave Willie a push and he began bravely:
"Say, Effie, I'm awfully sorry I called you that. But it wasn't my fault, honest it wasn't, because, don't you know, I thought you were. But Margery says you're not. She says you're one of the fambly."
"Did she honest?" cried Effie, eagerly, her face lighting up.
"Sure she did, Effie. Why, do you know, Effie, she says she loves you better than she does any of her real relations!"
When you undertake to do a thing it's a pleasure to do it properly.