"Why,—oh,—only with Papa."
"But Uncle Thorpe,—I remember him well,—was a simple soul, but he was a quiet, well-behaved man. Why didn't he teach you to be more restrained in your ways,—especially at table?"
"Restrained? Oh, you mean I eat too much! Well, I have got a big appetite, but to-night I guess I'm specially hungry. Or else your eats are specially good! You don't mind how much I eat, do you, Cousin Patty?"
"Of course she doesn't," Farnsworth went on, trying to look severe but obliged to smile at Azalea's total unconsciousness of any wrong manners on her part. "But she does care if you behave like a 'wild and woolly,' although she's too polite to say so!"
"Wild and woolly nothing! I've been awful careful to crook out my finger,—and that's the very reason why I upset the tumbler!"
"That's true," agreed Patty, "and so, Zaly, suppose you discontinue that habit. It isn't done this year."
"Honest? That so? I'd be mighty glad to quit it!"
"Do, then," put in Bill. "And while we're on the subject, you won't mind if I go into it a little more deeply,—will you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, for one thing, they don't put elbows on the table this season as much as formerly."