"We say 'angry' or 'annoyed' or 'vexed.'" There was real
distress in her tone.
"Now I'll tell you what to do," said Kitty cheerfully. "I'll speak it,
and you write it my way of thinking, and then when we've finished you
will take out of the letter any words that are not pure, noble, classic
English. I know what you mean, and you are quite right. Mr. Crozier
never says 'look here' or 'mad,' and he speaks better than any one I ever
heard. Now, we certainly must get on."
After an instant she began again.
"--While I was angry at you a moment for breaking your promise, I cannot
reproach you for it, because I, too, bet on the Derby, but I bet on a
horse that you had said as much against as you could. I did it because
you had very bad luck all this year and lost, and also last year, and I
thought--"
For several minutes, with greater deliberation than was usual with her,
Kitty dictated, and at the end of the letter she said, "I am, dearest,
your--"
Here Mona sharply interrupted her. "If you don't mind I will say that
myself in my own way," she said, flushing.
"Oh, I forgot for the moment that I was speaking for you!" responded
Kitty, with a lurking, undermeaning in her voice. "I threw myself into
it so.
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