Lloyd was working herself up into a white heat.

"Put yourself in Fidelia's place, and think how she has always been left to the care of servants, or of a governess who neglected her.
Think how much help you have had in trying to control your temper, and how little you have had to provoke it.

Suppose you had Howell and Henderson always tagging after you to tease and annoy you, and that I had always been too busy with my own affairs to take any interest in you, except to punish you when I was exasperated by the tales that you told of each other.

Wouldn't that have made a difference in your manners ?" "Y-yes," acknowledged Lloyd, slowly.

Then, after a moment's silence, she broke out again.