She indirectly returned to the charge on the following Sunday, when
Norah was about to start for her afternoon out.
"Norah, I want a word with you."
The girl came back along the flagged path to the kitchen door.
"It's just this, Norah. You'll please to remember what I've told you,
and act accordingly."
Norah turned her head and answered over her shoulder, rather sullenly,
as Mavis thought.
"All right. I remember."
"Don't answer me like that," said Mavis sharply. "And please to
remember your manners, and look at people when you speak to them."
"All right," said Norah again, and, as Mavis judged, very sullenly
this time.
"Look you here, young lady," she said, with increasing warmth. "I'm
not going to stand any of your nonsense--and of that I give you fair
warning. Now you just answer me in a seemly manner and tell me exactly
where you are going this afternoon, or I'll send you straight back
into the house to take off your finery and not go out at all."
Dale, close by in the little sitting-room, heard his wife's voice
raised thus angrily, closed the book that was lying open on his knees,
and came to the window.
"What's wrong, Mav?"
"It's Norah offering me her sauce, and I won't put up with it.
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