"
"Oh, rot!" said Sis, in a scornfull maner. "While you help your bank
account, you mean. I don't object to that, father, but for Heaven's sake
don't put it on altruistic grounds."
She went upstairs then and banged her door, and mother merely set her
lips and said nothing. But when Beresford called, later, Tanney had to
tell him the Familey was out.
Were it not for our afections, and the necessity for getting married, so
there would be an increase in the Population, how happy we could all be!
LATER: I have seen father.
It was a painfull evening, with Sis shut away in her room, and father
cuting the ends off cigars in a viscious maner. Mother was NON EST, and
had I not had my memories, it would have been a Sickning Time.
I sat very still and waited until father softened, which he usualy does,
like ice cream, all at once and all over. I sat perfectly still in a
large chair, and except for an ocasional sneaze, was quiet.
Only once did my parent adress me in an hour, when he said:
"What the devil's making you sneaze so?"
"My noze, I think, sir," I said meekly.
"Humph!" he said. "It's rather a small noze to be making such a racket."
I was cut to the heart, dear Dairy. One of my dearest dreams has always
been a delicate noze, slightly arched and long enough to be truly
aristocratic. Not realy acqualine but on the verge. I HATE my little
noze--hate it--hate it--HATE IT.
"Father" I said, rising and on the point of tears. "How can you! To
taunt me with what is not my own fault, but partly heredatary and partly
carelessness.
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