"How dare you set your Grannie up against me in this way? If that's all you learned by being with her you'd far better have stayed at home."
"But any doctor would tell you——"
"Look here, Betty, unless you close that window at once I won't stay in the room!" cries Mrs. Langdale, red with anger.
Betty's face flushes also, and she bangs the window down in a fury.
"There! And anybody who knows anything will tell you that's thoroughly wrong!" she cries.
Perhaps so, Betty. But is there nothing wrong about your method of trying to put the mistake right?
Betty sits down hopelessly.
She has been home just a week now, and things have gone from bad to worse.
She has tried hard—in her own fashion, of course—she has been up early every morning, and bustled about all day. Yet all her grand ideas have resulted in nothing. It seems to her, as she sits there on the shabby little sofa, surrounded with piles of unmended stockings, that the members of her family are determined to fight against any kind of improvement.