fight it out and not go around peeved and silent? What is your grouch, anyhow? Not speaking to me, either?"
Myra cleared her throat and tried to answer, but was evidently overcome with embarrassment. Evelyn's eyes filled with tears and she put on the martyred expression which always irritated her father beyond endurance.
"It is nothing, Father," Myra finally managed to say. "Evelyn and I had a disagreement about a small matter—"
"I'll be bound it was small!"
"I didn't say a word to Myra—" put in Evelyn.
"Of course not! You never do say a word, just sulk. Fancied grievances! Lack of occupation!"
"I am sure I did not do or say anything unladylike, anything Evelyn could have taken exception to," said Myra in her most refined voice.
Major Taylor laughed ironically. "Unladylike! By Gad! I'd like to see one of you do something unladylike—something that showed you had some red Taylor blood in your veins and not just the over-refined skimmed blue milk you got from your mother's side of the house. You have the Taylor color to your hides and
