It is in effect "all over the place"-- it is straight here, and wandering there; but perhaps its wildness helps to make more charming the naughty childish little face that peeps out of it.
"She has no manners--_none!"_ says Lady Rylton.

"She----" "Ah, is that you, Lady Rylton ?" cries the small creature on the terrace, having caught a glimpse of her hostess through the window.
"Yes, come in--come in!" cries Lady Rylton, changing her tone at once, and smiling and beckoning to the girl with long fingers.

"I hope you have not been fatiguing yourself on the tennis-courts, you dearest child!" Her tones are cooing.
"I have won, at all events!" says Tita, jumping in over the window-sill.

"Though Mr.Gower," glancing back at her companion, "won't acknowledge it." "Why should I acknowledge it ?" says the stout young man.

"It's folly to acknowledge anything." "But the truth is the truth!" says the girl, facing him.
"Oh, no; on the contrary, it's generally a lie," says he.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," says Miss Bolton, turning her back on him, which proceeding seems to fill the stout young man's soul with delight.
"Do come and sit down, dear child; you look exhausted," says Lady Rylton, still cooing.
"I'm not," says Tita, shaking her head.