“Come, now,” cried Madame Dupont, “tell us why?”
“I have told you. I have thought it over.”
“Thought what over?”
“Well, I have thought.”
“Oh,” cried the mother, “what a stupid reply! ‘I have thought it over! I have thought it over!’ Thought WHAT over, I want to know!”
“Well, everything.”
“Don’t you know how to tell us what?”
“I tell you, everything.”
“Why,” exclaimed Madame Dupont, “you are an imbecile!”
George stepped between his mother and the nurse. “Let me talk to her,” he said.