She turned homewards in a rage of vexation, and shut herself up in her bedroom (I suspect with tears of annoyance and disappointment), whilst Eleanor and I went back into the feast, and were photographed with dear boys and Clement.
Clement was getting towards an age when clever youngsters are not unapt to exercise their talents in depreciating home surroundings.

He said that it was no wonder that Madame was disgusted, and scolded us for taking her into the feast.

Jack took quite a different view of the matter.
"The feast's very good fun in its way," said he; "and Madame only wants _tackling_.

I'll tackle her." "Nonsense!" said Clement.
"I bet you a shilling I take her through every mortal thing this afternoon," said Jack.
"You've cheek enough," retorted his elder brother.
But after luncheon, when Madame was again in her room, Jack came to me with a nosegay he had gathered, to beg me to arrange it properly, and put a paper frill round it.

With some grass and fern-leaves, I made a tasteful bouquet, and added a frill, to Jack's entire satisfaction.