I wouldn't spoil sport for worlds." "You are the limit!" "Am I?
Indeed! Perhaps you'd rather not have me for a buddy any more ?" "For gracious' sake stop talking nonsense! You're the weirdest girl I've ever met," snapped Irene.

Then to avoid an open quarrel she walked away, leaving her chum in the depths of misery.
Lorna knew her own temper was at fault, but she was in a touchy mood and laid the blame on fate.
"If I had a nice home like other girls, and had been going there for ripping holidays, and had brothers and cousins to write to me I'd be different," she excused herself, quite forgetting that, however much we may be handicapped, the molding of our character is after all in our own hands.
As it was she sulked, and when the char-a-banc arrived, although Irene beckoned her to a place beside herself and Peachy, she took no notice and waited till everybody else had scrambled in.

The result of this was that she finally found herself seated away from all her own friends and next to Mrs.Clark, the wife of the British chaplain, who by Miss Morley's invitation had joined the excursion.

Perhaps on the whole it was just as well.

Mrs.Clark was what the girls called "a perfect dear," and a few hours in her company was a restful mind tonic.