She wouldn't wait for Huckleberry to be brought back to her, because she would never hear the last of it.

She didn't mind the heat the least bit, and she would walk.
And no, she wouldn't borrow Miss Georgie's parasol; she hated parasols, and she always had and always would.

She gathered up her riding-skirt, and went slowly down the steps.
Miss Georgie could be rather perverse herself upon occasion.

She waited until Evadna was crunching cinders under her feet before she spoke another word, and then she only called out a flippant, "Adios, senorita!" Evadna knew no Spanish at all.

She lifted her shoulders in what might be disdain, and made no reply whatever.
"Little idiot!" gritted Miss Georgie--and this time she was not speaking of herself..