Part 28 (1/2)
”Papa has very bad manners! To go throwing down his napkin, slamming the door, like a schoolboy!” she said, fretfully, involuntarily, as though to annoy Addie. But he frowned and said nothing; and she went on, ”At least, in my father's house I was never accustomed to such rudeness!”
Suddenly, he clenched his little fist and banged it on the table till the gla.s.ses rang again:
”And now you keep quiet about Papa!”
He looked at her severely, with his blue eyes suddenly grown hard and a frown on his forehead.
She started and upset her gla.s.s. Then she began to weep, softly.
He let her be, for a few minutes. She cried, sobbed, bit her handkerchief. Then he rose, walked round the table, kissed her very gently.
”You have ... a nice way ... of talking ... to your mother!” she said, between her sobs.
He made no reply.
”A pretty tone to use to your mother!” she went on.
He took her by the chin and lifted up her face:
”For shame! To lose your temper like that!” he scolded. ”And to grumble!
And mope! And squabble! And upset yourself! And kick up a hullabaloo! Do you call that a pleasant way of dining?”
She buried her face on his breast, in his arms. He stroked her hair:
”Come, Mummy, be sensible, now. It's nothing.”
”Yes, but Papa mustn't crab Aunt Adolphine.”
”And you mustn't crab Papa. What did Papa say, after all?”
”That Aunt Adolphine's boys....”
”Were rough. Do you think they're girls, then?”
”No.”
”Well, then ... What else?”
”I don't approve of your going out with boys so much older than yourself.”
”Then you can tell me so, quietly; but it's no reason to go quarrelling like that. I can't eat any more now.”
”Oh, Addie, just when I've ordered....”
”What?”
”Apple-pudding and wine-sauce.”
”Well, it'll keep till to-morrow.”