"What do you know about it?" she said.
"I can tell by the funny things your face does."
"I thought," said Frances, "you wanted to play by yourself."
"So I do," said Michael.
"Well then, go and play."
He went and to a heavenly place that he knew of. But as he played with Himself there he thought: "Auntie Emmy doesn't tell the truth. I think it is because she isn't happy."
Michael kept his best things to himself.
"I suppose you're happy," said Grannie, "now you've got the poor child sent away."
Auntie Emmy raised her eyebrows and spread out her hands, as much as to say she was helpless under her mother's stupidity.