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He did not say on what ethical tenet this dictum was based, but he delivered it with extreme authority. Ina caught her lower lip with her teeth, dipped her head, and looked at Di. And Monona laughed like a little demon. As soon as Lulu had all in readiness, and cold corned beef and salad had begun their orderly progression, Dwight became the immemorial dweller in green fastnesses.
Why don't I send her over a baked apple? Monona, you take Grandma Gates a baked apple no. You shan't go till you drink your milk." "I don't want it." "Drink it or mamma won't let you go." Monona drank it, made a piteous face, took the baked apple, ran. "The apple isn't very good," said Ina, "but it shows my good will." "Also," said Dwight, "it teaches Monona a life of thoughtfulness for others."
Moving toward them, with Di, Bobby was suddenly overtaken by the sense of disliking them all. He never had liked Dwight Herbert, his employer. Mrs. Deacon seemed to him so overwhelmingly mature that he had no idea how to treat her. And the child Monona he would like to roll in the river. Even Di ... He fell silent, was silent on the walk home which was the signal for Di to tease him steadily.
These ethical balances having been nicely struck, Ina proposed another: "But," she said, "but, you must eat more supper or you can not go." "I don't want any more." Monona's look was honest and piteous. "Makes no difference. You must eat or you'll get sick." "No!" "Very well, then. No ice cream soda for such a little girl." Monona began to cry quietly. But she passed her plate.
She stared at her Aunt Lulu incessantly. Not one of them had even a talent for the casual, save Lulu herself. Lulu was amazingly herself. She took her old place, assumed her old offices. When Monona declared against bacon, it was Lulu who suggested milk toast and went to make it. "Mamma," Di whispered then, like escaping steam, "isn't Uncle Ninian coming too?" "Hush. No.
The child Monona now arrived, banging the front gate and hurling herself round the house on the board walk, catching the toe of one foot in the heel of the other and blundering forward, head down, her short, straight hair flapping over her face. She landed flat-footed on the porch. She began to speak, using a ridiculous perversion of words, scarcely articulate, then in vogue in her group. And,
She took the plant to the wood-shed and tumbled it with force upon the chip-pile. The dining-room table was laid for breakfast. The two women brought their work and sat there. The child Monona hung miserably about, watching the clock. Right or wrong, she was put to bed by it. She had eight minutes more seven six five Lulu laid down her sewing and left the room.
"I'm certainly going to miss her if she stays away very long," she remarked. "You should be sufficient unto your little self," said Dwight. "That's all right," said Ina, "except when you're getting dinner." "I want some crust coffee," announced Monona firmly. "You'll have nothing of the sort," said Ina. "Drink your milk." "As I remarked," Dwight went on, "I'm in a tiny wee bit of a hurry."
She shook hands with the stranger, not looking at him, and said, "Come to supper, all." Monona was already in her place, singing under-breath. Mrs. Bett, after hovering in the kitchen door, entered; but they forgot to introduce her. "Where's Di?" asked Ina. "I declare that daughter of mine is never anywhere." A brief silence ensued as they were seated.
"I don't think it's fair to mamma going off that way. Leaving her own mother. Why, she may never see mamma again " Ina's breath caught. Into her face came something of the lovely tenderness with which she sometimes looked at Monona and Di. She sprang up. She had forgotten to put some supper to warm for mamma.
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