“I know, but don’t. I mean it isn’t worth it or anything.
The front door opened.
“That’s Ramona back,” Eloise said nasally. “Do me a favor. Go out in the kitchen and tell whosis to give her her dinner early. Willya?”
“All right, if you promise not to cry, though.”
“I promise. Go on. I don’t feel like going out to that damn kitchen right this minute.”
Mary Jane stood up, losing and recovering her balance, and left the room.
She was back in less than two minutes, with Ramona running ahead of her. Ramona ran as flatfooted as possible, trying to get the maximum noise out of her open galoshes.
“She wouldn’t let me take her galoshes off,” Mary Jane said.
Eloise, still lying on her back on the floor, was using her handkerchief. She spoke into it, addressing Ramona. “Go out and tell Grace to take your galoshes off. You know you’re not supposed to come into the—”
“She’s in the lavatory,” Ramona said.