"I looked your name up in the dictionary the day I first heard it.

Ethel means noble, but Ethelinda means noble _snake_.

I suppose nobody ever calls you just _Inda_," she added meaningly.
Ethelinda's eyes flashed, but she had no answer for this queer girl who seemed to have the Dictionary and the Peerage and no telling how many other sources of information at her tongue's end.
Again the dressing went on in silence.

Mary finished first, all but a hook or two which she could not reach, and which she could not muster up courage to ask Ethelinda to do for her.

Finally, gathering up her armful of roses, she went across the hall to ask Dorene's assistance.
"Why, of course!" she cried, opening the door wide at Mary's knock.