She bubbled and drew her chair closer to mine.
"Do!" she cried, and then added: "But I won't believe the nasty bits."
Mac chuckled.
"To begin with," I said pompously, "you are an awful example of a bad education."
She bowed mockingly and Mac guffawed. He is a wee bit afraid of his wife and he marvels at my courage in ragging her.
"You," I continued, "were made to obey as a child, and as a result you became dependent on your mother. In short you are your own mother."
"Don't be silly," she said with a frown; "I want your serious opinion."
"And you are getting it," I replied. "Because you had to obey you never lived your own life, and naturally you never had a mind of your own. To this day you act as your mother acted. She made her daughter obey; you follow her example; she made scones in such and such a way; you make scones in exactly the same way."
"That's right!" laughed Mac.
Mrs. Mac looked thoughtful.