Some things that should be shielded from a young girl--" This seemed to have no very soothing effect upon Edith.

"'Shielded from a young girl'!" she shrilled.

"You seem pretty willing to be the shield! You look out Roscoe doesn't notice what kind of a shield you are!" Sibyl's answer was inaudible, but Mrs.Sheridan's flurried attempts at pacification were renewed.

"Now, Edie, Edie, she means it for your good, and you'd oughtn't to--" "Oh, hush up, mamma, and let me alone! If you dare tell papa--" "Now, now! I'm not going to tell him to-day, and maybe--" "You've got to promise NEVER to tell him!" the girl cried, passionately.
"Well, we'll see.

You just come back in your own room, and we'll--" "No! I WON'T 'talk it over'! Stop pulling me! Let me ALONE!" And Edith, flinging herself violently upon Bibbs's door, jerked it open, swung round it into the room, slammed the door behind her, and threw herself, face down, upon the bed in such a riot of emotion that she had no perception of Bibbs's presence in the room.