"You were!" Mère gasped, and Beatrice and Consuelo exclaimed, "Ripsnorting!"
"Are you going?" said Mère when she recovered from her awe.
"Well, it's a pretty expensive trip. That's why I came home—to see if—Well, we can take that up later. Tell me how you like the speech."
Mère mumbled the report aloud to the delighted audience. Pop heard little of it. He was having a chill. It was very like plain ague, but he credited it to the terror of Julie's mission home. All she wanted him to do was to send her on a little jaunt to San Francisco! The tyrant, as usual, was expected to finance the rebellion.
When Mère had finished reading everybody applauded Julie except Pop. Mère overheard his silence and rounded on him across the aristocratic reading-glass she wielded.
"Did you hear that?"
Pop was so startled that he answered, "Uh-huh!"
"Didn't you think it was splendid?" Mère demanded.
"Uh-huh!" said Pop.
"What didn't you like about it?"