Good-bye." As they were walking down the street to the Bells' house Mrs.Butler turned sharply to her little companion: "Maria," she said, "you are a perfect fool." "Well, really, Martha, I--I----" "For goodness' sake, don't begin to snivel.

I hadn't finished my speech.
I'm a fool, too.

We are both in the same box." "Oh, no, Martha, you always were----" "Folly.

You needn't roll your eyes at me.

Don't flatter.