“Yes, the Mechlins must be rich, to judge by their style of living. Their social position is certainly very high,” Clarence replied.
“You had a delightful time, Clary?” Everett said.
“Yes, indeed; most delightful,” was the answer.
“We, too, have had lots of fun, with old Mathews on the rampage, like an old hen who got wet and lost her only chicken,” said Willie, at the top of his voice.
“Willie!” Mrs. Darrell said, to impose silence, but as Clarence and Everett laughed, and his father did not seem particularly displeased, Willie added:
“And the old man gets so mad, that he perspires, and smoke comes out of his back, as if his clothes were on fire.”
“Oh, Willie! how you exaggerate,” Lucy exclaimed.
“I don't. He snorts and clucks and growls and snarls. Romeo says he miauls like a disappointed hyena.”
“That will do. You must not repeat such unkind criticisms. Romeo is always ridiculing Mr. Mathews,” Mrs. Darrell said.
“Old Mathews is in worse humor since the Don began to send his cattle away,” Webster said.