Lispeth used to slate me sometimes for my nastiness.

She called me 'a jealous blighter,' and so I was! The girl of your fancy is a great deal nicer than I am, or ever can be, but I'll try to live up to her as well as I can, Bess, if you'll let me!" "Let you!" echoed Bess, linking her arm affectionately in that of her friend.

"You're a perfect dear nowadays." The girls tore themselves away quite regretfully from the little attic studio, but time was passing only too quickly, and they wished to try a game of tennis before Ingred returned to the hostel.
"So you like the house in its new dress ?" asked Bess as they walked down the steps into the garden.

"Father thinks it's beautiful.

He says Mr.
Saxon is the best architect he knows.