"Well, Ulyth Stanton, I am astonished! Evil communications corrupt good manners, and yours smack of the backwoods." "Don't throw it on Ulyth; she knew nothing about it," retorted the chuckling Cuckoo belligerently.

"It's my business, and I don't mind telling you so!" "I might have known, you--you utter cad! You don't deserve to be in a school among ladies!" "Go on.

Pitch it as strong as you like.

The cub's quits with you now for all your airs and your nastiness." "Oh, don't!" protested Ulyth, interfering in much distress.

"Rona, do stop! I'd no idea you meant to play such a dreadful trick on Stephie." "You must have known something of it, or you wouldn't have come to look on.