"
"And if we meant to tell them and forgot to tell them," I added, "we
will tell them that they ought not to want us to tell them a simple
thing like that, as if they were mere babies. We must remember all
these points."
"And if they grumble we'll tell them that's 'cos they don't know how
happy they are. And we'll tell them how good we used to be when--I
say, don't you miss your train, or I shall get into a row."
"Great Scott! I'd forgotten all about that train, Veronica," I
admitted.
"Better run," suggested Veronica.
It sounded good advice.
"Keep on thinking about that book," shouted Veronica.
"Make a note of things as they occur to you," I shouted back.
"What shall we call it?" Veronica screamed.
"'Why the Man in the Moon looks sat upon,'" I shrieked.
When I turned again she was sitting on the top rail of the stile
conducting an imaginary orchestra with one of her own shoes. The
six-fifteen was fortunately twenty minutes late.
I thought it best to tell Ethelbertha the truth; that things had gone
wrong with the kitchen stove.
"Let me know the worst," she said. "Is Veronica hurt?"
"The worst," I said, "is that I shall have to pay for a new range.
Why, when anything goes amiss, poor Veronica should be assumed as a
matter of course to be in it, appears to me unjust."
"You are sure she's all right?" persisted Ethelbertha.
"Honest Injun--confound those children and their slang--I mean
positively," I answered.
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