'Yes,' said Monica, tilting up her chin, 'but it isn't every one that has written down how they did it.'
Of course I do see that these things do link one up to one's family.
'Just as varicose veins do to the centuries, little 'un,' father laughed, but he didn't condescend to explain what he meant. He is sometimes intentionally ambiguous.
CHAPTER IX
I fainted the day before yesterday, and I feel anxious about my health. I have been since I had the 'flu twice last winter. They say the after effects are worse than the disease. I have delusions: I find centipedes in my sponge. There was another yesterday, and I felt my condition was getting serious, so I spoke to Ross about it.
'Lawks, got 'em again,' he said, 'would you like a gun to shoot 'em with?'
I mentioned it to father, but, he, too, seemed to think I only thought I saw them. I went downstairs and found him mending a riding-whip.
'Do you ever see centipedes walking out of your sponge, father?'
'Never, I'm thankful to say,' he replied, dropping the whip suddenly and looking at me anxiously. 'But, Meg, what other symptoms have you? Does your head ache? Do you vomit? Does everything revolve? How many fingers am I holding up? Am I ever twins?'
'Do be serious, father.'