"May, how could you do that?"
"I had to, auntie; I felt so full! After I have stayed in the house a whole day I have to do something to let off steam. Don't you?"
Miss Celia disclaimed all acquaintance with this mental condition, but she didn't scold a bit, and Gay, realizing that he was not playing his part with great skill, appreciated her forbearance.
"What did they know about girls?" Miss Celia silently argued. "Two old maids whose youth was passed? The ways of modern childhood were a sealed book to them."
Not so lenient were Miss Linn's judgments. She, also, had seen Gay's descent, and having recovered from her fright she began to be indignant; to think that it was time something; was done to curb such high animal spirits. It might be her guest's taste to leave the house by a second story window; it was not hers!
So after breakfast she demanded Gay's presence in the morning room.
"Did you bring any work with you?" she asked.
"What kind of work do you mean?" said Gay, looking puzzled.
"Sewing."