"And does he complain of that?" she asked. "Isn't it natural for a girl to spend her Sundays with her mother; or does he expect while he's away you and I—"
"No, no, mother. He doesn't complain. Father isn't a complainer."
"Lita! You hurt my feelings very much, criticizing me like that."
"Dearest mums, I didn't criticize you."
"You did! You said I was always complaining."
"No, dear, I only said that father did not."
This was so true that Mrs. Hazlitt could not deny it, and so with great quickness she shifted her ground.
"Isn't it something new," she said, "for you to feel it necessary to defend your father at every sentence?"
"I wasn't exactly defending him. I only—"