minded in this case, but she couldn't help begrudging Genevieve her
regal air.

Genevieve had paraded her becoming new finery past the Merriam
residence on several Sunday afternoons, but this wasn't the entire
crux of Missy's discontent. Genevieve and the white fox furs were
escorted by Arthur Summers.

Now, Arthur had more than once asked Missy herself to "go walking"
on Sunday afternoons. But Mrs. Merriam had said Missy was too young
for such things. And when Missy, in rebuttal, once pointed out the
promenading Genevieve, Mrs. Merriam had only replied that
Genevieve's mother ought to know better--that Genevieve was a
frivolous-minded girl, anyway.

Missy, peering through the parlour lace curtains, made no answer;
but she thought: "Bother! Everybody can go walking but me!"

Then she thought:

"She's laughing awful loud. She is frivolous-minded."

Then:

"He looks as if he's having a good time, too; he's laughing back
straight at her. I wonder if he thinks she's very pretty."

And then:

"I wish I had some white fox furs."