It certainly isn't becoming, and it would make me furious if anybody looked at me in such a cool, scornful way.

I know that I feel that way inside whenevah I talk to Fidelia.

I wondah if she sees it in my face, and that's what makes her cross and scratchy, like a cat that has had its fur rubbed the wrong way.

Just for fun I believe I'll pretend to myself for ten minutes that I love her deahly, and I'll smile when I talk to her, just as if she were Betty, and nevah pay any attention to her mean speeches.

I'll give her this one chance.