"I told you to leave me alone!"
Aunt Margaret rushed into the drawing room, coming to an abrupt halt on the hearth rug. She surveyed the girls, gave Alice a disapproving look and said, "There really is no need to shriek."
"She is taking my light."
Alice was seated on the settee. Behind her, Lydia lounged on the window seat, warming her back.
"Alice, all you need to do is move aside."
"Why should I move? What about her? No one ever tells her to do a thing; she who can do no wrong."
"That"s enough insolence from you, little madam."
"But Aunt, you don"t know her as well as I do," Alice whined. "Wherever we go, she makes herself the centre of everything."
"Don"t be ridiculous."
"Ask Miss Godby if you don"t believe me. She"ll tell you."
Although the moment the words exited her mouth,
