Cousin Annetta set out to be very refined indeed.

She pretended to have no appetite at all.

One afternoon she was invited to tea at Grandfather King's when they had some special company--people from Charlottetown.

Cousin Annetta said she could hardly eat anything.

'You know, Uncle Abraham,' she said, in a very affected, fine-young-lady voice, 'I really hardly eat enough to keep a bird alive.
Mother says she wonders how I continue to exist.' And she picked and pecked until Grandfather King declared he would like to throw something at her.