CHAPTER XII.
KIT LOCATES A "FOUNDER" Peg patted her in a conciliatory manner.
"Now, my child," she said, "curb that swift and rising wrath, and bottle the vials thereof.

What is Hecuba to you, or you to Hecuba ?" "Poor little Peggy," Charity murmured, "getting into trim for a Shakespeare drive?
You know, Kit, our Peg is president of the Portia Dramatic Club, and the mantle doth not rest lightly on her young shoulders." But Kit could not be diverted, and the color rose somewhat belligerently in Amy's cheeks, too; "I don't see," she said, "why you feel that you have to take Marcelle Beaubien's part.

If you knew all about her the way we girls do, you'd let her alone." "I don't see how she ever came up here anyway," Norma remarked.

"It's just exactly as if one of her brothers tried to come in.

Do you think the boys would stand for that ?" "Why on earth shouldn't they ?" demanded Kit, hotly.