"You talk a lot of nonsense, Louise. Finish your sandwiches. You'll be late."
"Then you will leave it, as it is?"
"Certainly not. I told you—I need it for cook."
Louise turned to her father with a frenzied gesture.
"Father! Don't let her! Don't let her touch it! Oh, how can you let her touch it?"
Mr. Denny put down his paper, staring from one to the other.
"Emma? What's she driving at?"
"To control the household, apparently. She's a very impertinent child," said Mrs. Denny impatiently.
"Father! I'm not! I don't! Father! I only want her to leave my attic alone! Father——"
"Don't worry your father now," began Mrs. Denny.