I don't care," answered Grace.
"Tommy is trying to get out of working to-day," scoffed Margery.
"I'm not," protested the little lisping girl indignantly.

"If I were ath fat ath you, I might.

I'll work after breakfatht, but I won't work before breakfatht." "Nobody wants you to," flung back Jane, as she started her car ahead.
"We'll do all the before-breakfast work, and we'll have the real appetites when we get to the food.

You watch us." They watched her skid around a sharp corner and heard her car for some few moments thereafter, but that was all.

They were too well used to Crazy Jane McCarthy, by this time, to be surprised at anything she might do or say.
The drive to Johnson's dock was a short one.