Nawn, even to the crooked, undershot teeth. The teeth must be straightened sometime. It would take a great deal of money, and perhaps he wouldn't be any better off for it. Why fight nature so?
'What's the matter?' Laetitia asked her mother before she went back to school for the afternoon study-period; for Sheilah had gone to her bedroom and lain down, as soon as she had carved the meat.
'Just the heat, I think.'
'Can I do anything?'
Laetitia was the best-intentioned girl in the world. Often she wanted to help, but she did it so awkwardly! Sheilah would be ever so grateful now fora little cold water in the hot-water bag to put at the back of her neck. She often gave the children cold water like that on hot nights. But no, she'd get it herself later.
'No, dear, thank you,' she replied.
Laetitia crossed the room, picked up Sheilah's silver hand mirror from the bureau, carried it close to the window, and fell to inspecting a small red spot on her chin.
'Please put my mirror down,' said Sheilah.
'I'm not hurting it.'
'But I do so want to be quiet.'
'I wasn't making a noise.'
