"The scullery or kitchen would be much cleaner and better," said Gran'pa.
I glared at him with awful severity.
"Do you want Nanny to give notice?" I inquired.
"Not at all! Not at all! A very capable woman. A bit fractious at times, perhaps. . . . But I don't see how she can object to a little thing like this. . . ."
"Oh! Don't you? Very well! Try her! I wash my hands of the whole affair."
Then Molly joined in. She wanted to scoot! Naturally, she did! It was excusable at her immature age. But I was adamant.
"No!" I said. "Go indoors, Molly, at once!"
"But—Daddy. . . ."
"No 'buts'! Do as I tell you. We've had quite enough excitement for one day."
"A little run down the garden wouldn't hurt her, George," pleaded Gran'pa.