Rosalie paused, spoon lifted in mid-air. "Mercy, General, are you brave enough to tackle that?"
"I agree with you, Doris," said Zee promptly. "I feel like a heathen when we eat without the blessing. And I think you and Rosalie ought to be ashamed of yourselves."
"I am willing to take my turn," said Treasure, "if you won't be critical."
"Why, Treasure, you dear little thing. Then is it all settled that we take turns giving thanks when father is away? For I believe father thinks we do it right along, and I should be ashamed to let him know we don't."
"I can't—I am too young," said Zee bashfully.
"You aren't too young to thank father when he gives you a nickel."
"Well, I will try it once, but I speak for the last turn. And if Rosalie so much as smiles I'll never do it—"
"Say, do you think I am an infidel?" demanded Rosalie indignantly. "Of course I shall not smile. Go ahead, then, General, begin." She dropped her spoon and shut her eyes.
"Maybe—shall we—do you think I ought to—"