shoulders and walk up and down the front lawn with my Japan paper parasol. I want to walk up and down—like this."
With dignity and elegance Sara started up and down the hall, her imaginary sunshade held over her head, her hand clasping imaginary skirts so they should not trail behind her in unseemly confusion.
"I want to do that all the afternoon. I'll dress up in this and then I'll dress up in that." She indicated garments of her mother's.
"You'll want to come and show me," said Alice suspiciously.
"Oh, no, I won't," said Sara, "I'll walk up and down where everybody will see me."
As for Jamie, he was equally definite, as Alice had known he would be, for, undiverted by the thought of the bathtub, she saw the garden hose would be his objective point.
Oh, lovely and forbidden garden hose! For how many punishings are you not responsible!
More surely than the snake in the Garden of Eden, the serpentlike garden hose has forever lured the feet of the children of men from the path of obedience.
So, with Robert at the "pictures" and Sara ministering to her vanity with selected clothes of Alice's, and Jamie at the hose, Alice repaired to her delayed paper. She wrote along serenely, tranquilly, wrote along swimmingly, her mind's eye picturing to her the vain Sara peacocking up and down the lawn, the grave Jamie holding the hose proudly, running and turning it off and running and turning it on, and getting sopping.
Late in the afternoon there was but one paragraph to finish when she heard her children's voices and, rising above them in firm remonstrance, the voice of their grandmother.
