Dora put buttons in her shirt-waist sleeves in silence.
“I think he liked to stay here until you quarrelled with him.”
“I quarrelled with him?”
“Oh, didn’t you?” Susie was innocence itself. “You treat him so polite, I thought you must have quarrelled—such a chilly polite,” she explained.
“I don’t think he has observed it,” Dora answered coldly.
“Oh, yes, he has.” Susie waited discreetly.
“How do you know?”
“When you come to the table and say, Good-morning, and look at him without seeing him, I know he’d a lot rather you cuffed him.”
“What a dreadful word, Susie, and what an absurd idea!”
Susie noted that Teacher’s eyes brightened.