"You don't treat Ellen so; why should you Archie ?" Lucy took her foot from the fender, dropped her skirts, and looked at Jane curiously.

From underneath the half-closed lids of her eyes there flashed a quick glance of hate--a look that always came into Lucy's eyes whenever Jane connected her name with Archie's.
"Let us understand each other, sister," she said icily.

"I don't dislike the boy.

When he gets into trouble I'll help him in any way I can, but please remember he's not my boy--he's yours.

You took him from me with that understanding and I have never asked him back.