Peace obeyed, glancing hastily at her feet as she guiltily remembered a certain pair of new shoes which she was wearing and saw the sharp, black eyes fixed searchingly upon them.
"Peace Greenfield, what have you on your feet?"
"Shoes."
"Your new strapped shoes—slippers—for summer wear?"
Peace nodded.
"After I told you not to wear them until warmer weather!"
"You didn't say that, grandma," Peace expostulated. "You said as long as I had any others, you guessed I had better put these away for party wear until it got warmer."
As a rule, Peace's excuses rather amused the mistress of the house, but this time she looked sternly at the little culprit, and briefly commanded, "Go to your room and put on your other shoes immediately."
"I haven't got any others."
"No others? What do you mean?"