"Call yourselves stars, do you?
I can't see anything very star-like about you.

Have your old waxworks if you like, but I can tell you beforehand you won't take the shine out of _us_.

You've copied my idea shamelessly, and if you're going to steal our properties too--yes, you may well scoot.

Don't ever dare to show your faces to me again." For the members of the Starry Circle had broken up their meeting, and were running away down the lemon pergola in the direction of the house, immensely upset to find there had been a secret listener in their midst.
Once they were out of sight Peachy cooeed for Jess and Irene, who appeared bursting with laughter and demanding details, having witnessed the rout of the enemy from a distance.
"I'll tell you presently if you'll help me climb out of this wretched thing," said Peachy, who found it a far more difficult matter to extricate herself from the jar than it had been to drop into it.

"How'm I going to manage?
Oh, don't pull my arms so, you hurt!" It was indeed somewhat of a problem, and Peachy was beginning to feel seriously alarmed, when, fortunately, one of the gardeners came to the rescue, and tilted the jar over so as to allow her to crawl out.
"I feel like a released Slave of the Lamp, or a freed dryad, or something fairy-taley or mythological," she declared.