"There's a silly young lass called Bet,
Thinks she's ev'rybody's sweet pet.
She slapped my brother,
Fibbed to my mother—
I know what she's going to get."
Mabel snorted indignantly over this injustice to her beloved Bettie and started to rise, but Marjory promptly seized her skirt and dragged her down. Laura, however, saw the movement and was correspondingly elated. It showed in her voice:
"But the worst of the lot is Mabel,
She eats all the pie she's able.
She's round as a ball.
Has no waist at all,
And her manners are bad at the table."
Marjory giggled. She had no thought of being disloyal, but this verse was certainly a close fit.
"You just let me go," muttered Mabel, crimson with resentment, and struggling to break away from Marjory's restraining hand. "I'll push her off that post."
