Veronica was still gazing dreamily into the fire.
“I suppose,” said Veronica, “it’s reditty.”
“It’s what?” I said.
“She means heredity,” suggested Dick—“cheeky young beggar! I wonder you let her talk to you the way she does.”
“Besides,” added Robin, “as I am always explaining to you, Pa is a literary man. With him it is part of his temperament.”
“It’s hard on us children,” said Veronica.
We were all agreed—with the exception of Veronica—that it was time Veronica went to bed. As chairman I took it upon myself to closure the debate.
CHAPTER II
“Do you mean, Governor, that you have actually bought the house?” demanded Dick, “or are we only talking about it?”
“This time, Dick,” I answered, “I have done it.”