'Indeed, is it worth while? It will be breakfast time directly,' replied Eliza, who was still in a bad temper at Antony having been late for supper.
Susan Lepage looked up at the cuckoo clock in the corner.
'It is late,' she said. 'Come, come, Peter, we will go upstairs; it is long past your bedtime.'
But the boy did not want to go to bed. He felt a little disturbed and unhappy, and wanted Lepage more than ever to go with the rest of the family on Sunday to church at Nullepart. So he rubbed his black head against his father's shoulder coaxingly:—
'Mother wants you to go, and we all want it. Do please go with us to the church on Sunday.'
Master Lepage took the child and stood him down on the floor in front of him.
'Go to bed, when you are told to,' he said. 'Obedience was a virtue greatly prized by those grand old Romans.'
'GO TO BED WHEN YOU ARE TOLD.'