Mr.Le Frank, representing the present Court of Social Appeal, attempted to deliver judgment on the question of ices, and was interrupted without ceremony by Miss Minerva.

She, too, had been waiting her opportunity to speak, and she now took it--not amiably.
"With all possible respect, Mr.Gallilee, I venture to entreat that you will be a little more thoughtful, where the children are concerned.

I beg your pardon, Mr.Le Frank, for interrupting you--but it is really a little too hard on Me.

I am held responsible for the health of these girls; I am blamed over and over again, when it is not my fault, for irregularities in their diet--and there they are, at this moment, chilled with ices and cloyed with cakes! What will Mrs.Gallilee say ?" "Don't tell her," Mr.Gallilee suggested.
"The girls will be thirsty for the rest of the evening," Miss Minerva persisted; "the girls will have no appetite for the last meal before bedtime.

And their mother will ask Me what it means." "My good creature," cried Mr.Gallilee, "don't be afraid of the girls' appetites! Take off their hats, and give them something nice for supper.
They inherit my stomach, Miss Minerva--and they'll 'tuck in,' as we used to say at school.