"Are you going to take Jenny and Bobby too?" she inquired.
"Certainly. The whole party."
"Bobby'll want to pay for Jenny and I."
"Me, darling," said Ina patiently, punctiliously—and less punctiliously added: "Nonsense. This is going to be papa's little party."
"But we had the engagement with Bobby. It was an engagement."
"Well," said Ina, "I think we'll just set that aside—that important engagement. I think we just will."
"Papa! Bobby'll want to be the one to pay for Jenny and I—"
"Di!" Ina's voice dominated all. "Will you be more careful of your grammar or shall I speak to you again?"
"Well, I'd rather use bad grammar than—than—than—" she looked resentfully at her mother, her father. Their moral defection was evident to her, but it was indefinable. They told her that she ought to be ashamed when papa wanted to give them all a treat. She sat silent, frowning, put-upon.
"Look, mamma!" cried Monona, swallowing a third of an egg at one impulse. Ina saw only the empty plate.