“I don’t want to!” sobbed Emily. “The girls say my eyes look twice as——”
Mr. Carter seized her by the shoulder and turned her toward the door.
“Want me to wash your face?” he asked her grimly. “No? I thought not. Well, then, you march!”
Emily, sobbing loudly, marched. They could hear her stumbling up-stairs, crying as she went.
“Oh, papa, you were awful!” Mrs. Carter wiped her own eyes. “The poor child!”
“Do you suppose that I’m going to let my daughter paint her face?” Mr. Carter fairly bellowed. “I reckon I’ve got enough in a daughter-in-law! I’ll see to Emmy myself, if you can’t!”
“Johnson, you know I didn’t notice.”
Mr. Carter emitted another roar, and finally threw himself into a chair and thrust his feet out.
“What did that fool William do?”
“You mean to-night?” Mrs. Carter dried her eyes. “He just met us at the door. He was so white he scared me, and he took Fanchon off in a taxi—in that scandalous dress! Said he’d give her a supper out to-night. I’m afraid you’ve done it this time, Johnson. What did you do to the poor boy?”