“If you make yourself a nuisance around here, I shall find a way to punish you,” she threatened her.
“Go ahead. Get it all off your chest at once and then drop it.”
Mrs. Bryce decided upon injured dignity, as her best rôle.
“Where’s Wally?” demanded Isabelle.
“I don’t know.”
“What’s doing around here? I expect to enjoy myself on this little vacation. I hope you don’t intend to be too disagreeable.”
Later at dinner Wally remarked to his wife—
“Tell her about the trip?”
“No.”
“What trip?” demanded their daughter.