"Don't use that word, Sarah," reproved her aunt, sugaring a bowl of boiled rice for Shirley.
"Don't want rice, want cutylet," said Shirley, pointing to the veal cutlet.
"She's had enough meat to-day," interposed Winnie. "The doctor says she shouldn't have it at all at night."
Shirley refused to touch the rice and was sitting in stately aloofness when Doctor Hugh came in looking warm and tired.
"What's the matter?" he asked, dropping into his chair and testing the soup Winnie instantly placed before him. Hugh was her idol and she always managed not to keep him waiting. "Heat too much for you?" he added.
"Grouches is what ails 'em," volunteered Sarah.
"I've asked her not to use that word, but no one pays any attention to my wishes," sighed Aunt Trudy.
"All right, drop it, Sarah," said Doctor Hugh shortly. "Aren't you eating to-night, sweetheart?" he asked Shirley.
"I want some cutylet," said Shirley wistfully. "I don't like rice."
"She ate nothing for her dinner but beef loaf and two helps of date pudding," announced Winnie. "I don't know when she expects to learn to eat sensible and like a Christian."