"Zee," she began softly, so father might not overhear, poor father, having so much trouble with bad people who would die and require funeral services, and good people who would live and never go to church—certainly he should not be bothered with Zee's shoe situation.
"Did you wear your calf-skin shoes to school this morning?"
"Y—yes, I wore them to school," said Zee with an almost imperceptible emphasis on the "to."
"Did you take the Sunday ones with you?"
"Yes. Doris, I can't bear those old stogies, and so I just wore them to school, and then I changed them in the cloak-room, and you can see yourself it wouldn't wear them out any—the good ones, I mean—just wearing them inside the school-room and not walking in them."
"But you disobeyed."
"I know it," said Zee cheerfully.
"And you tried to deceive me."
"I know it."
"Now I have to punish you."