“And she will dress in a stuffy old black dress, all over buttons and spiky whalebone things,” added David.
“Well,” said Bill, “is war declared?”
“Yes!” shouted the other two.
“And we’ll have martial law. Nothing is too bad for Miss Prince,” interposed David.
“I say—frightfulness,” said Bill.
“Yes—the frightfulest frightfulness,” said the other two.
“We will jolly well show her we are not going to be ‘managed’ or ‘disciplined’ or bullied,” said David.
“We’ll bully her,” said Bill, “and I bet you she leaves in a week.”
“How shall we welcome her?” said David. “I should say an apple-pie bed, with worms and slugs in it.”
“Yes. Also mice in her room—they always hate mice.”