She laughed at the serge dresses and big homely shoes, and then she began on my name, and said the idea of being called Mary by Father and Marie by Mother, and that 't was just like Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde.

(That's a story, Carrie says.

I'm going to read it, if Father's got it.

If there ever was another Mary and Marie all in one in the world I want to know what she did.) But Carrie says the poking fun at me didn't make much difference with the girls, so Stella tried something else.
She not only wouldn't speak to me herself, or invite me, or anything, but she told all the girls that they couldn't go with her and me, too.
That they might take their choice.

And Carrie said some of them did choose and stayed with me; but they lost all the good times and ice-cream and parties and rides and everything; and so one by one they dropped me and went back to Stella, and now there wasn't anybody left, only her, Carrie.