"May I ask your indulgence for a moment, Mr. President?" asked Zebedee meekly. "As I was saying, when the gentleman from nowhere interrupted me: our daughters are too young to stop studying altogether. Don't you think so?"
"If you will allow the chair to express an opinion, I am afraid they are."
"Of course Gresham's burning down was most inopportune, as they would have been safely placed for another year there, but now that it is burned and not rebuilt yet——"
"We wouldn't go back there, anyhow, with that old Miss Plympton bossing things," asserted Dum.
"Now what I want to find is some way to have them go on studying and learning and still not be bored to death," and Zebedee sat down.
"A Daniel come to judgment!" I whispered.
"Are you addressing the chair?" asked Father.
"No, I was just talking to myself."
"Of course, I want to study art more than anything in the world!" exclaimed Dum, bouncing on her feet and forcing an acknowledgment from the chair before Dee had time to get it. "I can't see the use in burdening myself with Latin and math when I am nearly dead to model things."
"Well, you haven't overburdened yourself with knowledge yet, I am glad to say," teased her father.