Arthur played round the chair of mother, who looked happy and forgetful.
After Temperance had rearranged the table for father's supper we were quiet.

I meditated how I could best amuse myself, where I should go, and what I should do, when Veronica, whom I had forgotten, interrupted my thoughts.
"Mother," she said, "eating toast does not make me better-tempered; I feel evil still.

You know," turning to me, "that my temper is worse than ever; it is like a tiger's." "Oh, Verry," said mother, "not quite so bad; you are too hard upon yourself." "Mother, you said so to Hepsey, when I tore her turban from her head, it was _so_ ugly.

Can you forget you said such a thing ?" "Verry, you drive me wild.

Must I say that I was wrong?
Say so to my own child ?" Verry turned her face to the wall and said no more; but she had started a less pleasant train of thought.