Fenton's face was rather funny to see, there was such a blank dismay in it.
"And did mamma give in to that?"
"I don't know what mamma thought," said Esther; "but papa sold the wine; and our dinner-table does not have its pretty coloured glasses any more."
Fenton uttered a smothered exclamation which I am afraid would have shocked his sisters.
"I don't see what you want with wine, Fenton," said Maggie; "papa never let you have it."
"Mamma did though," said Fenton. "That's the good of having two parents. If one is crochety perhaps the other will be straight. Well, I'm not going to live if I can't live like a gentleman. I shall send to Forbes to send me some wine."
His sisters burst out into horrified exclamations and expostulations.
"Papa'll see it in the bill," said Esther, "and he'll be very angry."
"Uncle Eden is coming," said Maggie, "and it will be no use. He'd throw it into the river."
"Uncle Eden coming?"