“Why don’t you do something about it?”
“Do something? Don’t I get her a new governess every month? Nobody can do anything with her.”
“I don’t see where she gets it,” said Wally.
“She gets it from you, and she gets it from me. She’s the worst of both of us personified.”
“Poor kid, that’s tough luck for her”—seriously.
“A little late for vain regrets”—sarcastically.
He went over to the window and looked down at the party scattered about below.
“Why wouldn’t it be a good idea to keep her with you awhile every day, Max?”
“Not much! I come down here to rest, not to play nursemaid. You might take her round with you, if you feel that she needs uplifting.”