The Cuckoo's Progress "Your bear cub still needs taming, Ulyth," said Gertrude Oliver.

"She spilt her coffee this morning--such a mess on the tablecloth! I wish I didn't sit next to her.

I felt like Alice at the March Hare's tea-party." "It was half Maud's fault; she jerked her elbow," pleaded Ulyth in extenuation.
"Oh, you can't whitewash her, so don't try! I won't say she isn't better than when she arrived, but there's room for improvement." "She's much slimmer.

I suppose it must have been the voyage that had made her grow so fat in September." "I wish, at any rate, you could get her out of using those dreadful backwoods expressions.

It's high time she dropped them.