I don't like Bubble
any more. He thinks he's smart. I don't like Ann, either. I shan't ask
her to my birthday party."
"I thought you loved Ann."
"Well, I don't. She thinks she's smart!"
"Ann, too? Smartness must be epidemic."
"It's all on account of the doctor," gloomily. "They can't get over
having him boarding at their place. I told Ann that my own father was a
doctor, but she said dead ones didn't count. Then I told her that my
mother didn't have to keep boarders anyway."
"That was a naughty, snobbish thing to say. I'm ashamed of you!"
"What's 'snobbish'?"
"What you said was snobbish. Think it over and find out."
Jane was silent, apparently thinking it over. The fat pup, tired with
unwonted mental exertions, curled up and went to sleep. Esther returned
to her dreams. Then, into the warm hush of the late afternoon came the
quick panting of a motor car.
"There he is!" cried Jane excitedly. "Let's both run down to the gate to
see him."
"Jane!" Esther's cheeks were the colour of her ripest berry. "Jane, come
here! I forbid you--Jane!"
"He's stopping anyway.
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