"Sit down," ordered the Watermelon. "It's no cow, unfortunately. It's
the general."
"Don't you like the general?" asked Billy, sitting down again, but ready
to rise quickly, instantly.
"Yes, I like him, but I don't think I would if I were a motor-car."
"I have known him and Henrietta all my life," said Billy. "Henrietta
has been like a mother to me," she added, a statement Henrietta would
have denied, shortly but firmly. "Really, we ought to go back."
"Politeness is not politeness unless it comes from the heart," said the
Watermelon, in the tones that had made Henrietta think of a minister,
she knew not why.
"Did your father used to say that?"
"No, he never had any cause to. We never were polite."