The two girls started like criminals. Not only was their grandmother standing at the door, but cousin Ethan was looking in at their discomfiture over her shoulder.
Val obscured the Comet with the blotter. Emmie, grown very pink, had thrust Editha and Archibald Abalone under the table.
"What is it you have there, Emmeline?"
"Just a—just a thing I was reading Val."
"Let me see it."
"No, grandma, please."
"Let me see it."
She came towering into the room.
"Grandma," said Val, turning at bay, "it isn't meant for you."