"You must eat it before you can have anything else," said Aunt Cordelia.
"I don't want anything else."
"She's fretful," said Aunt Katie.
"She's cross," said Aunt Louise.
"I am coming to think you are right, Louise," said Aunt Cordelia. "What she needs is to be at school with other children. School opens the day after tomorrow, and I'll start her."
"This baby?" from Uncle Charlie incredulously, his gaze seeking Emmy Lou in her highchair.
"Look at that oatmeal still untouched," from Aunt Cordelia. "Charlie, she is getting so she doesn't want to mind!"
The outrages went on during the morning. Emmy Lou did not know what to do with herself, whereas Aunt Cordelia had a great deal to do with herself. "You little hindering thing!" by and by from that person with exasperation. "Go on out and talk with Bob. He's cleaning knives on the kitchen doorstep."
But Bob, occupied with his board and bath-brick and piece of raw potato, had no idea of talking with her. He talked to himself.
"Seems like I done forgot how it went, 'bout thet li'l boy whut would stan' roun' listenin'. Some'n' like 'bout thet li'l girl whut wouldn't go about her business——"