“Chithy,” she declared.
Chiswick blushed. The others looked at her in pained surprise.
“Who else gives you candy?” demanded the doctor.
“Papa,” said Marjorie.
Mr. Fielding crimsoned and avoided the eyes that frowned at him.
Miss Vickers alone spared him. She tossed her head defiantly.
“I gave her candy. Lots of it. It's good for her,” she declared.
“Who else?” demanded the doctor.
“Mamma,” said Marjorie.
Mrs. Fielding put her handkerchief to her eyes. She was afraid of the committee and hid weakly behind her tears, knowing that they would not attack her there, but the committee was not considering an attack. It was preparing a graceful retreat and it oozed away before Marjorie made its baseness known.