I _called_ it dinner right out loud, and never thought--till I saw Aunt Jane's face.
"_Supper_ will be ready directly," she said, with cold and icy emphasis.

"And may I ask you to remember, Mary, please, that Andersonville has dinner at _noon_, not at six o'clock." "Yes, Aunt Jane," said Mary, polite and proper again.

(I shan't say what Marie said inside.) We didn't do anything in the evening but read and go to bed at nine o'clock.

I _wanted_ to run over to Carrie Heywood's; but Aunt Jane said no, not till morning.

(I wonder why young folks _never_ can do things when they _want_ to do them, but must always wait till morning or night or noon, or some other time!) In the morning I went up to the schoolhouse.