“Confound those kids! Mother, you can just make those smarties come rip that stitching out!”
“My son, whom are you addressing?”
“Well, Mother, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, but this is a little more than I can stand! Wait till I get my hands on Jane!”
“You would do well to remember, Ernest, that you started this practical joking yourself. I hope it will be a lesson to you to refrain from such pranks in future.”
“We didn’t do anything but carry the bread over to the Captain without telling them. That’s where they wanted it to go.”
174Mrs. Morton gasped. “Did you take the whole baking?”
“Sure, wasn’t that what you wanted?”
Mrs. Morton considered a moment before replying.
“Well, Ernest, you boys have brought this annoyance upon yourselves–I think you will have to accept the consequences. I am too tired to fuss with the stitching to-night. If you go to Jenkinses you will have to wear your every day suits.”
“But Mother!”