Mary squirmed uncomfortably.
“That slipped out ‘fore I thought—it did, honest to—I mean, true’s you live, and I swallowed half of it. You folks over here are mighty squeamish seems to me. Wish you could have heard the Wileys when they had a fight.”
“Ladies don’t say such things,” said Faith, very primly for her.
“It isn’t right,” whispered Una.
“I ain’t a lady,” said Mary. “What chance’ve I ever had of being a lady? But I won’t say that again if I can help it. I promise you.”