It won't do her any harm to hear somebody's frank opinion." "Rona, if you care one atom for me, stop!" Rather grumbling, Rona allowed herself to be suppressed.

She was always ready to throw a shaft at Stephanie, though she knew Ulyth heartily disliked the scenes which invariably followed.

She took up Ulyth's pendant, however, and, after ostentatiously admiring it, laid it for a moment side by side with Stephanie's.
"There isn't a pin to choose between them," she murmured under her breath, hoping Stephanie might overhear.
Ulyth was at the other side of the room, but Stephanie's quick ears caught the whisper.

She looked daggers at Rona, but she made no remark, and Ulyth, returning, gently took her pendant away and placed it with the other non-exhibits on the bench.

It had been a wet afternoon.