"Maybe it'd be as well to learn yourself first, miss," said the man coldly.
Antonia sighed.
"Beckett's cross," she said, "because I bent the fender coming up. My legs are too short to reach the foot brake in a hurry. Beckett knows that, but he doesn't make allowances."
"Is it safe for you to drive, then?" asked Pearl.
"Well, if you ask me, no," said Antonia candidly; "but as long as mother lets me do it, of course I'm going to. I wonder if you're going to like us. I don't see how anyone could like Dolly."
"What's the matter with Dolly?"
"Oh, about everything," answered Antonia. "I'll tell you the kind of person she is: If you forget something she asks you to do she treats you as if you were a moron to have forgotten it, and if she forgets something you ask her to do she treats you as if you were a moron to have asked her to do it."
"There must be something to be said for her," Pearl suggested.
Antonia considered the question. She was, as her uncle had said, the justest of created beings.
"I suppose there must be, but I don't know what it is. Then