I guess you'll find it a job to civilize me though." And her eyes twinkled.
Ulyth thought, with a mental sigh, that she probably would find it "a job".
"No one bothered about it at home," Rona continued cheerfully.

"Dad did say sometimes I was growing up a savage, but Mrs.Barker never cared.
She let me do what I liked, so long as I didn't trouble her.

She was no lady! We couldn't get a lady to stay at our out-of-the-way block.

Dad used to be a swell in England once, but that was before I was born." Ulyth began to understand, and her disgust changed to a profound pity.

A motherless girl who had run wild in the backwoods, her father probably out all day, her only female guide a woman of the backwoods, whose manners were presumably of the roughest--this had been Rona's training.
No wonder she lacked polish! "When I compare her home with my home and my lovely mother," thought Ulyth, "yes--there's certainly a vast amount to be passed on." The other girls, who had never expected her to keep Rona in her bedroom, were inclined to poke fun at the proceeding.
"Your bear cub will need training before you teach her to dance," said Stephanie Radford tauntingly.
"She has no parlour tricks at present," sniggered Addie Knighton.
"Are you posing as Valentine and Orson ?" laughed Gertie Oliver.