But you'd think she was forty, the airs she gives herself, sometimes.

Oh, of course there's Nora, and the cook, and Miss Winton, the governess, there to really manage things, and Mother Hartwell is just around the corner; but little Kate _thinks_ she's managing, so she's happy." Billy suppressed a smile.

Billy was thinking that little Kate came naturally by at least one of her traits.
"Really, that child is impossible, sometimes," resumed Mrs.Hartwell, with a sigh.

"You know the absurd things she was always saying two or three years ago, when we came on to Cyril's wedding." "Yes, I remember." "Well, I thought she would get over it.

But she doesn't.