“If Roger says he closed the door, he did close the door,” Elizabeth Ann insisted, her face flushing.
“Would you rather take his word than mine?” asked Catherine. “Roger Calendar is a perfect nobody, a boy from the poor farm.”
“I don’t care, he tells the truth,” Elizabeth Ann flung out and from behind her Doris piped up, “He wouldn’t eat candy that didn’t belong to him—where’s the candy we won at your party, Catherine Gould?”
And just at this moment Uncle Hiram stepped into the room and he looked as though he had heard every word.
CHAPTER XVII
SOMETHING DIFFERENT
“I’m afraid,” said Uncle Hiram significantly, “that someone has been forgetting quarter-deck manners.”
Elizabeth Ann blushed and Doris looked ashamed. They had forgotten how their words must sound.
“Did I hear a niece of mine talking about candy?” asked Uncle Hiram, looking straight at Doris.
“It was the prize we won,” Doris mumbled. “We left it at Catherine’s house.”