But I think you might have asked me in a nicer way, and not call names, and smash things all about! There, that's what I think!" and Marjorie glared at her in righteous indignation.
"Maybe I ought," said Hester, suddenly becoming humble, as is the way of hot-tempered people after gaining their point.

"I've got an awful temper, Marjorie, but I can't help it!" "You _can_ help it, Hester; you don't try." "Oh, it's all very well for you to talk! You never have anything to bother you! Nothing goes wrong, and everybody spoils you! Why should _you_ have a bad temper ?" "Now, Hester, don't be silly! You have just as good a home and just as kind friends as I have." "No, I haven't! Nobody likes me.

And everybody likes you.

Why, the Craig boys think you're made of gold!" Marjorie laughed.

"Well, Hester, it's _your_ own fault if they don't think you are, too.