"I wonder how it is," philosophized Ruth Latimer, "that one always seems to like some girls so much, and detest others? There are certain people who, no matter what they do, or even if their intentions are good, always rub one up the wrong way."
"Natural affinity, or the reverse, I suppose," answered Maisie Talbot. "I'm a great believer in first impressions. I can generally tell in five minutes whether I'm going to be friends with anyone or not; and I find I'm nearly certain to be right in the long run."
"I suppose I must have a natural antipathy, then, against Flossie Taylor," confessed Honor candidly. "It didn't take me as long as five minutes to discover my sentiments towards her."
"I don't wonder," said Lettice. "Flossie is a bounder!"
"What's that?"
"Oh, Paddy! You've lived at the back of beyond! A bounder means—well—just a bounder; putting on side, you know."
"How particularly lucid and enlightening!"

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