But Lucy could not smile at all; she was beginning to look indignant.

"I can forgive that poor Fred Kinney," she said.

"He's just blundering--but George--oh, George behaved outrageously!" "It's a difficult age," her father observed, his calmness somewhat restored.

"Girls don't seem to have to pass through it quite as boys do, or their savoir faire is instinctive--or something!" And he gave away to a return of his convulsion.
She came and sat upon the arm of his chair.

"Papa, why should George behave like that ?" "He's sensitive." "Rather! But why is he?
He does anything he likes to, without any regard for what people think.