"That will do." Mrs. Gano ended the matter according to her usual formula. "Will you have some corn bread?"
"No, thank you; I don't like it."
"It is enough to answer, 'No, thank you.' Never say you don't like anything you see on my table."
Val wished her father had not been too tired to come to supper. She had observed that she was never so much corrected in his presence.
The full moon was shining in the gloaming as they passed the open veranda door coming from their belated meal.
"Let's go out a minute," said Val to Emmie, in a whisper.
"No; it's too late. I'd catch cold."
"Oh, nonsense! Come along."
And she dragged her little sister off. But they stayed out only a few minutes.