To think of being able to make a little darling, ducky brooch! It beats drawing hollow.

I'd never want to touch a pencil again." "You've got to have some eye for drawing, though," said Doris, "or you'd have your things all crooked.

It's not as easy as eating chocolates, I can tell you!" "I dare say.

But I'll try some day, when I am a senior." "Are these the three that are to go to the exhibition ?" asked Rona, pushing her way to the front.

"Which is which ?" "This is mine, that's Ruth's, and that's Stephanie's," explained Doris.
"Why isn't Ulyth's to go?
It's just as nice as Stephanie's, I'm sure." "Miss Teddington decided that." "How idiotic of her! Why couldn't she send Ulyth's?
I think hers is the nicest, and it's just the same pattern as Stephie's--exactly." "Do be quiet, Rona!" urged Ulyth, laying her hand on the arm of her too partial friend.