corner.

That was a brilliant move of his; for Mother turns out to be one of the
weepy kind, and in a minute more she's slumped into a chair and is
sobbin' away. She's sure she don't know why Gladys should do such
things. Hadn't she forbid her to use so much rouge and powder? Hadn't
she asked her not to wear those hideous ear jewels? And so on and so
on, with Gladys standin' back poutin' defiant. But, say, when they get
too big to spank, what else can Father and Mother do?

Fin'lly Vee seems to have an idea. She whispers it into Marjorie's
ear, slips into the house, and comes back with a hand mirror and a damp
washcloth, which she proceeds to offer to Gladys, suggestin' that she
use it.

"Indeed I sha'n't!" says Gladys, her big eyes flashin' scrappy. "I
shall stay just as I am, and if Mother wants to be foolish she can get
over it, that's all!" And Gladys switches over to a porch chair and
slams herself into it.

Vee looks at her a minute, and then bites her upper lip like she was
keepin' back some remarks. Next she whispers again to Marjorie, who
passes it on to Mother, and then the three of 'em disappears in the
house, leavin' Gladys poutin' on one side of the front door, and me in
a porch swing on the other waitin' for the next act.

Must have been ten minutes or more before the two plotters appears
again, chattin' away merry with Mother, who's between 'em. And, say,
you should have seen Mother! Talk about your startlin' changes!
They'd been busy with the make-up box, them two had, and now Mother's