“It's a nice schedule, mam, I'll say that much for it,” she said, “but if the day comes when she's entered to creep, and she don't creep, what am I going to do about it?”
“It is your duty to see that she does creep,” said Miss Wiles.
“Very well, mam,” said Chiswick, “but may I ask one question?”
“You may. It is your duty to ask questions. Refer all your doubts to the committee,” replied Miss Wiles.
“Then,” said Chiswick, “answer me this. On page six of the records of the committee it says: 'Whereas, the lower strata of air in a room are the abiding places of millions of germs; and whereas, children playing upon the floor must breathe the said air; and whereas, children playing upon the floor take into their mouths and convey thence to their stomachs the said germs, as well as pins, lint, needles, buttons, and other indigestible and highly injurious substances. Therefore, be it resolved, that the said Marjorie Fielding shall never be allowed to sit, lie, recline, or rest upon the floor, nor upon any rug, blanket, or other covering upon the said floor.' What I want to know is, how the child is to learn to creep if she isn't to be allowed on the floor.”
The committee looked at itself questioningly. Miss Loring giggled. Miss Wiles alone saved the day.
“You will, of course,” she said, haughtily, “give the child her lessons in creeping upon a table. Mrs. Fielding will see that one is provided.”