It was to make me careful." Grandmother felt much annoyed, and Molly's self-defence vexed her more.
"Go up to your room," she repeated.

"You have vexed me very much.

Either you intend to make a joke of what I hoped would have been a lesson to you for all your life, or else, Molly, it is as if you had not all your wits.
Go up to your room at once." Molly said no more.

Never before had grandmother and aunty looked at her "like that." She turned and ran out of the room and up to her own, and throwing herself down on the bed burst into tears.
"I thought it was such a good plan," she sobbed.

"I wanted to please grandmother.