Especially on Sunday.

Mother has to wait on them and cook for them, and--as long as you are going to cook for a bunch, you may as well do it where it will be appreciated, and where you'll be treated like a--like a lady ought to be treated." "You're even worse--" began Marian, laughing softly, and stopped abruptly, listening, her head turned behind them.

"Sh-sh-someone is coming behind us," she whispered.

"We're almost through--come on, and don't talk!".