The other is that I have quarrelled with Irene Howard--or she quarrelled with me--or, no, we both quarrelled.
"The Junior Red Cross met here yesterday.

The hour of meeting was half-past two but Irene came at half-past one, because she got the chance of a drive down from the Upper Glen.

Irene hasn't been a bit nice to me since the fuss about the eats; and besides I feel sure she resents not being president.

But I have been determined that things should go smoothly, so I have never taken any notice, and when she came yesterday she seemed so nice and sweet again that I hoped she had got over her huffiness and we could be the chums we used to be.
"But as soon as we sat down Irene began to rub me the wrong way.

I saw her cast a look at my new knitting-bag.