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XXVII. An Afternoon at the Stone House
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“Oh,Idon’tthinkshewoulddisapproveafteryouhavehadalongwalk.Thatmakesadifference,”saidMissLavendar,exchangingamusedglanceswithAnneoverPaul’sbrowncurls.“IsupposethatsnacksAREextremelyunwholesome.ThatiswhywehavethemsooftenatEchoLodge.We...CharlottatheFourthandI...liveindefianceofeveryknownlawofdiet.Weeatallsortsofindigestiblethingswheneverwehappentothinkofit,bydayornight;andweflourishlikegreenbaytrees.Wearealwaysintendingtoreform.Whenwereadanyarticleinapaperwarningusagainstsomethingwelikewecutitoutandpinituponthekitchenwallsothatwe’llrememberit.Butwenevercansomehow...untilafterwe’vegoneandeatenthatverything.Nothinghaseverkilledusyet;butCharlottatheFourthhasbeenknowntohavebaddreamsafterwehadeatendoughnutsandmincepieandfruitcakebeforewewenttobed.”
“GrandmaletsmehaveaglassofmilkandasliceofbreadandbutterbeforeIgotobed;andonSundaynightssheputsjamonthebread,”saidPaul.“SoI’malwaysgladwhenit’sSundaynight...formorereasonsthanone.Sundayisaverylongdayontheshoreroad.Grandmasaysit’salltooshortforherandthatfatherneverfoundSundaystiresomewhenhewasalittleboy.Itwouldn’tseemsolongifIcouldtalktomyrockpeoplebutIneverdothatbecauseGrandmadoesn’tapproveofitonSundays.Ithinkagooddeal;butI’mafraidmythoughtsareworldly.GrandmasaysweshouldneverthinkanythingbutreligiousthoughtsonSundays.
