"I am young," I observed, "and still in the school room,
Leila. I admit it, so don't argue. But as I have not taken the
veil, and as this is not a Penitentary, I darsav I can see my
friends now and anon, especialy when they live next door."
"Oh!" she said. "It's the Gray infant, is it!"
This remark being purely spiteful, I ignored it and sat
down to my book, which concerned the stealing of some famous
Emerelds, the heroine being a girl detective who could shoot the
cork out of a bottle at a great distance, and whose name was
Barbara!
It was for that reason Jane had loaned me the book.
I had reached the place where the Duchess wore the Emerelds
to a ball, above white satin and lillies, the girl detective
being dressed as a man and driving her there, because the
Duchess had been warned and hautily refused to wear the paste
copies she had--when Sis said, peavishly:
"Why don't you knit or do somthing useful, Bab?"
I do not mind being picked on by my parents or teachers,
knowing it is for my own good. But I draw the line at Leila. So
I replied:
"Knit! If that's the scarf you were on at Christmas, and it
looks like it, because there's the crooked place you wouldn't
fix, let me tell you that since then I have made three socks,
heals and all, and they are probably now on the feet of the
Allies.
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