They whizzed perilously near Ethelinda's head.
"There!" exclaimed Mary, choking back the angry tremble in her voice.
"I'm worn out trying to keep this room in order for order's sake! The next time I find your things on my side of the room I'll pitch them out of the window! It's no excuse at all to say that you've always had somebody to wait on you.

You've always had your two hands, too.

A _lady_ is supposed to have some sense of her own obligations and of other people's rights.

Now don't you _dare_ get on my side again!" With her knees trembling under her till she could scarcely move, Mary ran out of the room, so frightened by what she had done that she did not venture back till bedtime.

Ethelinda refused to speak to her for several days, but the outburst of temper had two good results.