"Mr.Lancaster will say anything I want him to say," she added as she caught sight of her mother's unhappy expression.

"I wish you would not always be holding him up to me.

I like him, and he is awfully good to me--much better than I deserve; but I get awfully tired of him sometimes: he is so serious.

Sometimes I feel like breaking loose and just doing things.

I do!" She tossed her head and stamped her foot with impatience like a spoiled child.
"Well, there is Ferdy?
--" began her mother.
The girl turned on her.
"I thought we had an understanding on that subject, mamma.