shattered. I'd heard 'em out in the hall, talkin' low and earnest, and
next thing I know they've drifted in where I am and have opened up a
lively debate.

"Pooh!" says Marjorie. "You can't stop me."

"See here, Peggy!" comes back Dudley. "Didn't Mother say I was to look
after you?"

"She didn't tell you to be so everlasting bossy," says Sister.

"I'm not bossy," comes back Dudley.

"You are so!" says she. "Old fuss budget! Stewcat!"

"Rattlehead!" says Dudley.

"Don't mind me," I breaks in. "I'm havin' my manners improved."

All that brings out, though, is a glance and a shoulder shrug, and they
proceed with the squabble.

"Dud Chandler," says Marjorie determined, "I am going to drive the car
today! You did yesterday for an hour."

"That's entirely different," says Dudley. "I'm used to it, and Henry
said I might."

"And Henry says I may too--so there!" says Marjorie. "And you know I'm
just crazy to try it on Fifth Avenue."