"Of course I shall go on taking it; it's perfectly harmless."
"It's very far from harmless. Major Boyle says that he knows for a fact——"
"I don't care a rap what Major Boyle thinks he knows," Joan interrupted impatiently. "It's the only thing that does my head the least good, and I'm going to take it."
"Well, I do wish you wouldn't; I'm sure it's very dangerous."
"Oh, Mother, do leave me alone; I'm not a child, I can quite well look after myself."
They squabbled for a little while over the bromo-seltzer, while the bag grew gradually full to bursting. At last it was closed, but not without an effort.
"Good gracious, here's the bird-seed left out!" Mrs. Ogden exclaimed, producing a good-sized cocoa tin from the washstand cupboard. "And now what's to be done?"
"It must go in a trunk," said Joan firmly.
"But suppose it upsets?"
"Oh, it won't."