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So I let her in, and pretended I expected her to kiss me,
which she had not yet, on account of the whooping cough. But she
seemed to have forgotten that. Also the Kiss.
"Barbara," she said, in the meanest voice, "how long have
you been smoking?"
Now I must pause to explain this. Had mother aproached me
in a sweet and maternal manner, I would have been softened, and
would have told the Whole Story. But she did not. She was, as
you might say, steeming with Rage. And seeing that I was
misunderstood, I hardened. I can be as hard as adamant when
necessary.
"What do you mean, mother?"
"Don't anser one question with another."
"How can I anser when I don't understand you?"
She simply twiched with fury.
"You--a mere Child!" she raved. "And I can hardly bring
myself to mention it--the idea of your owning a Flask, and
bringing it into this house--it is--it is----"
Well, I was growing cold and more hauty every moment, so I
said: "I don't see why the mere mention of a Flask upsets you
so. It isn't because you aren't used to one, especialy when
traveling.


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