Now listen to the hateful old thing! She's talking to Victoria." "Sister, when are those children coming?" "I don't know, sister," squeaked back Lulu in the character of Victoria. "I wish they wouldn't come at all. Children are the bane of my existence." "You horrid doll, talking that way about my baby," cried Bertha, giving Victoria a shove. "Don't, Beppie; you'll push her down," said May.