Rub it in," returned the Cuckoo, beginning to whistle a trifle defiantly.
She thought the matter over, nevertheless, and returned to the subject that night when they were going to bed.
"Ulyth, I told the girls exactly what you said about them.

My gracious, you should have seen their faces! Boiled lobsters weren't in it.

That hit about the Camp-fire Guild seemed specially to floor them.

I don't fancy, somehow, there'll be any more correcting done in dictation.
You've touched them up no end." "I'm extremely glad if what I said has brought them to their senses," declared Ulyth.
Rona got on tolerably well among her comrades, but there was one exception.

With Stephanie she was generally in a state of guerrilla warfare.