I read my book carefully, and turned its pages assiduously.
"I am waiting for the money, mum." This in an injured voice.
"There is some in the jewel drawer in my dressing-table," I said distantly. "And bring me my crêpe de chine gown, and kindly remove the pocket from this one to-night."
Amelia's prolonged stare almost broke down my gravity.
"Why, you're holding your book upside down!"
"And what if I am?" I retorted. "If I choose to read a book upside down that is no concern of yours. Kindly go."
I smiled as she walked slowly to the house. She was a very good girl, but must be kept in her place.
She was back in a minute.
"Here's your money, mum, and did you mean your grand new lavender gown which your moth—I mean Mrs. Macintosh—sent you?"
"That is what I meant," I said.