"Now I'll be in for it," he added, as we walked out of the door and started back to the Health Home.
"But your father need never know."
"At first I thought it might be all right to fool him just this once. But I mustn't. I've promised him I'd never lie to him about what I ate, and I must keep my word ... he'll whip me, perhaps."
"Does he whip you much?"
"Not very much ... only when I need it ... and then when I cry, he stops—so it is never very hard!"
I laughed at the boy's frank philosophy....
"But daddy's so funny ... not at all like other daddies," wistfully.
I did not grow friendly enough with Mrs. Baxter even to call her by her first name of Hildreth ... during that brief visit....
Hildreth Baxter was always moving about leisurely, gracefully, like some strange, pretty animal. Not shy, just indifferent, as if processes of thought were going on inside of her that made an inner world that sufficed, to the exclusion of all exterior happenings.