“Won’t you please fetch some wood?”
No reply. Claire slipped out, and crept up to him.
“Come!” she commanded softly. “Do you want us to freeze?”
Still no reply.
“Oh, you do, do you?”
“It’s time you went to bed.”
“No, it isn’t. We’re not going to bed until you come in and beg Marion’s pardon.”
“No, I’ll be––”
She tried to clap her hand over his mouth, but succeeded only in hitting his nose a smart tap, which was just as effective, since it checked him.
“No swearing, either!” she went on. “You’ve been rude enough for one night, don’t you think? I’ll tell you my opinion of it later. She’s going to be easy with you because she’s sorry about it all. Come!”