"She ought never to eat anything at all after three o'clock in the afternoon." Vi's heart swelled with indignation.

"No wonder she is little more than skin and bone, if that is the way she has been served!" she said, giving Mrs.Scrimp as severe a look as her sweet, gentle countenance was capable of expressing.
"She'd have been in her grave long ago if she hadn't been served so!" snapped Mrs.Scrimp.

"I'm old enough to be your mother, Mrs.Raymond, and having had that child in charge for over two years--ever since her own mother died--I ought to know what's good for her and what isn't.

She is naturally delicate, and to be allowed to overload her stomach would be the death of her.

I can't eat after three o'clock, and neither can she." "A grown person is no rule for a child," observed Violet, gently smoothing Gracie's hair; "children need to eat enough to supply material for growth in addition to the waste of the system.