Just Wait
"Rosemary!"
Grandmother called imperiously, but there was no answer. "Rosemary!" she cried, shrilly.
"She ain't here, Ma," said Matilda. "I reckon she's gone out somewheres."
"Did you ever see the beat of it? She's getting high and mighty all of a sudden. This makes twice lately that she's gone out without even tellin' us, let alone askin' whether she could go or not. Just wait till she comes back."
Matilda laughed in her most aggravating manner. "I reckon we'll have to wait," she retorted, "as long as we don't know where she's gone or when she's comin' back."
"Just wait," repeated Grandmother, ominously. "I'll tell her a thing or two. You just see if I don't!"
The fires of her wrath smouldered dully, ready to blaze forth at any moment. Matilda waited with the same sort of pleasurable excitement which impels a child to wait under the open window of a house in which there is good reason to believe that an erring playmate is about to receive punishment.
Tense Silence
"What's she been doin' all day?" Grandmother demanded.
"Nothin' more than usual, I guess," Matilda replied. "She did up the work this morning and got dinner, and washed the dishes and went to the store, and when she come back, she was up in the attic for a spell, and then she went out without sayin' where she was goin'."
"In the attic? What was she doin' in the attic?"
"I don't know, I'm sure."
"She's got no call to go to the attic. If I want her to go up there, I'll tell her so. This is my house."
"Yes," returned Matilda, with a sigh. "I've heard tell that it was."
"Humph!" grunted Grandmother.
For an hour or more there was silence, not peaceful, but tense, for Grandmother was thinking of things she might say to the wayward Rosemary. Then the culprit came in, cheerfully singing to herself, and unmindful of impending judgment.
"Rosemary!"
"Yes, Grandmother. What is it?"
"Come here!"
Grandmother chides Rosemary Rosemary obeyed readily enough, though she detected warlike possibilities in the tone.
"Set down! I've got something to say to you!"
"I have something to say to you, too, Grandmother," Rosemary replied, taking the chair indicated by the shaking forefinger. For the first time in her life she was not afraid of the old lady.