"Go on some more," she said. "I like listening to you."
"Do you like her?" said William.
"No. She's awful greedy. Did you know she was awful greedy?"
"I can b'lieve it," said William. "I can b'lieve anything of anyone wot talks in that squeaky voice."
"Jus' watch her when she's eatin' cakes—she goes on eatin' and eatin' and eatin'."
"She'll bust an' die one day then," prophesied William solemnly, "an' I shan't be sorry."
"But she'll look ever so beautiful when she's a May Queen."
"You'd look nicer," said William.
Bettine's small pale face flamed.
"Oh no," she said.