shall have my meal with the children and with Marietje and Karel, in the nursery."
"I don't want you to have your dinner with the children," said Frances, fastening her bracelet.
"No," said Louise, gently, "but I'm having dinner with Karel and Marie in any case."
"One would think you were mad," said Frances. "Why aren't you at the dinner?"
"I arranged it with Mamma. There's a place short."
"But you're not a child!"
"Frances, what do I care about these dinners?" said Louise, with a gentle little laugh.
"If there's a place short," said Frances, working herself up about nothing, "I'll have my dinner with the children."
"Frances, please . . ."
"I will!"
"But, Frances, why make difficulties when there are none?" Louise replied, very gently. "Really, it has all been arranged . . . with Mamma."
"I'm only a step-daughter!" cried Frances.
"You mean, a daughter-in-law!" Otto put in, with a laugh.
"A step-daughter!" Frances repeated, trembling with nervous irritation. "You're a daughter. Your place is at the dinner."
"Frances, I assure you, I'm not going in to dinner," said Louise, quietly but decidedly.
