I want lots of them, but I don't want the bother of putting them on." "Well, they wouldn't be much good if you didn't put them on," retorted practical Betty.

"I hate getting up too"-- Betty never failed in her experience of any form of suffering or unpleasantness--"but I try to make it a little different every day, to help me on.

Sometimes I pretend the bath is the sea, and I am bathing; other times I only paddle my feet, and sometimes I don't bath at all--that's when I am playing that I am a gipsy or a tramp--" "Betty, you nasty, horrid, dirty little thing!" cried Kitty, looking shocked.
But Betty was quite unabashed.

"I've known you not wash either," she remarked calmly.
Kitty coloured.

"But--but that was only once when I forgot; that is quite different." "But I don't see that it is," said Betty firmly.