"Vera, I _insist_ upon that child being sent back into the corner!"
exclaims Mrs. Daintree, angrily, bringing her large fist heavily down
upon her knee.
"The child has been over-punished already," she answers, calmly, still
administering the soothing solace of strawberry jam.
"Oh, Vera, _pray_ keep the peace!" cries Marion, with clasped hands.
"Here, I am thankful to say, comes my son;" as a shadow passes the
window, and Eustace's tall figure with the meekly stooping head comes
in at the door. "Eustace, I beg that you will decide who is to be in
authority in this house--your mother or this young lady. It is
insufferable that every time I send the children into the corner Vera
should call them out and give them cakes and jam."
Eustace Daintree looks helplessly from one to the other.
"My dear mother--my dear girls--what is it all about? I am sure Vera does
not mean----"
"No, Vera only means to be kind, grandmamma," cries Marion, nervously;
"she is so fond of the children----"
"Hold your tongue, Marion, and don't take your sister's part so
shamelessly!"
Meanwhile Vera rises silently and pushes Tommy and all his enormities
gently by the shoulders out of the room.
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