“Hardly. How long do you think they last when you’re around?” answered Evelyn, without raising her eyes from the magazine she was reading.
With a quick movement, Jessie reached over and pulled the candy box toward her before Evelyn could interfere.
“A-ha, I thought so!” she cried. “I was sure they couldn’t all have vanished so quickly, you unscrupulous—” 112
“Beg pardon!” interrupted Evelyn, blandly.
“Well, you are, anyway,” Jessie maintained. “What do you mean, no more left? Here are half a dozen at least.”
“Well, you know you’ve eaten half a box already, Jessie,” Evelyn was beginning, severely, when Jessie interrupted.
“But, Evelyn, what else is there to do on a day like this?” she pleaded plaintively. “We can’t make any noise, for fear that we’ll annoy the other people, and we can’t go out——”
This was more than Phil could stand.
“Eat all the candy you want, Jessie, and when you’ve finished what you have, I’ll buy you some more,” and he sauntered out, hands in pocket, despite all his mother’s training, and whistling mournfully.
“Seems to me you have him very well tamed, Jessie,” gibed Evelyn. “Just the same, I’m going to pray for clear weather.”