"understand. Gladys, I don't believe you loved it. How stupid of you! You don't quite understand; you don't know how nice it is to be greedy instead of gentle. Do try. Oh, no, let's go out by this gate. " "But we shall have to walk miles before we get a cab," said Gladys. "I know; that's why. It will make us late for Aunt Alice's tea-party. I hate tea-parties. " "But mother asked me to be back by five," said Gladys. "Did she? Did she really? " asked Daisy. "Indeed she did. " "Oh, well, then of course we'll drive back, though I did want to walk. But it can't possibly be helped. We must drive. It is such a pity not to do as you are asked. I always do, except when Willie asks me to marry him. " They got into their hansom and bowled silently down the dry grey road. [... ]. "