He frowned that old familiar frown, the frown that always came when she had sought to lay down a rule as to when he should or should not do a thing.
“Better right away.”
In answer she rang for Ellen and asked her to take the children out.
“Take them for a walk before their naps, will you, since we’ll be out for dinner.”
Ellen nodded and hurried them out, all smiles. It was a true holiday for Ellen, appealing to all her romantic sense. The quarrel was over; the husband had come home.
They did not seek to leave the room. Dick wandered to the window and looked out at the children stumbling down the snowy path. Then he turned to Cecily, sitting so slim and erect in her breakfast place.
“I suppose it was silly to come back,” he blundered.
“Silly?”
There she was, tripping him over a triviality again.
“Well, perhaps not silly, but unwise.”