"Oh, well, well, what if she has? Very likely there was something we
had to eat up instead, to keep it from spoiling. Susan is very
economical, Nettie."

"I dare say--at times, when it suits her to be so, especially if she
can assert her authority over you. Why, Daniel, she's a perfect tyrant
to you, and you know it. She not only tells you what to eat, but what
to wear, and when to wear it--your socks, your underclothes. Why,
Daniel, she actually bosses you!"

"Yes, yes; well, never mind," shrugged the man, a bit irritably.
"We're talking about how she annoys YOU, not me, remember."

"Well, don't you suppose it annoys me to see my own brother so
completely under the sway of this serving-maid? And such a maid!
Daniel, will you tell me where she gets those long words of hers that
she mixes up so absurdly?"

Daniel Burton laughed.

"Susan lived with Professor Hinkley for ten years before she came to
me. The Hinkleys never used words of one or two syllables when they
could find one of five or six that would do just as well. Susan loves
long words."

"So I should judge. And those ridiculous rhymes of hers--did she learn
those, also, from Professor Hinkley?" queried Mrs. Colebrook. "And as
for that atrocious dinner-call of hers, it's a disgrace to any family
--a positive disgrace!"