"Why, father, this is tea; it isn't coffee," said she.
"Well, if you don't know anything that a big girl like you ought to know, I should think you might know enough not to try to make coffee with tea," said her father.
Maria looked at her father in a bewildered sort of way.

"I guess the coffee is in the other canister," said she, meekly.
"Why didn't you say so then ?" demanded her father.
Maria was silent.

It seemed to her that her father had gone mad.
Harry Edgham made a ferocious stride across the kitchen to the pantry.

Maria followed him.

"I guess that is the coffee canister," said she, pointing.
"Why didn't you say so, then ?" asked her father, viciously, and again Maria made no reply.