"
"I put it out to be mended," explained Veronica.
"You opened the door and flung it out. I told you of it at the
time," said Robin. "You do the same with your boots."
"You are too high-spirited for your size," explained Dick to her.
"Try to be less dashing."
"I could also wish, Veronica," I continued, "that you shed your back
comb less easily, or at least that you knew when you had shed it. As
for your gloves--well, hunting your gloves has come to be our leading
winter sport."
"People look in such funny places for them," said Veronica.
"Granted. But be just, Veronica," I pleaded. "Admit that it is in
funny places we occasionally find them. When looking for your things
one learns, Veronica, never to despair. So long as there remains a
corner unexplored inside or outside the house, within the half-mile
radius, hope need not be abandoned."
Veronica was still gazing dreamily into the fire.
"I suppose," said Veronica, "it's reditty."
"It's what?" I said.
"She means heredity," suggested Dick--"cheeky young beggar! I wonder
you let her talk to you the way she does."
"Besides," added Robin, "as I am always explaining to you, Pa is a
literary man. With him it is part of his temperament."
"It's hard on us children," said Veronica.
We were all agreed--with the exception of Veronica--that it was time
Veronica went to bed. As chairman I took it upon myself to closure
the debate.
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