"It would be just the thing." "Suppose she uses it herself though." "I won't give her a chance.

I'll take it out of her cubicle the night before and hide it." "O-o-h! You will! Will you ?" exploded a voice from the interior of the Greek jar.

"We'll just see about that." The fact was that Peachy's crouching position had grown intolerable.

She was bound to move and reveal herself, and her indignation at Mabel's cool suggestion flamed forth through the peep-hole.
The Circle sprang up in much alarm, and some of them squealed as the pot of geraniums fell with a crash from the top of the big jar, and Peachy's pink face and fluffy hair appeared instead.

Her flashing gray eyes certainly held no love light in them.
"You mean things!" raged Peachy.