“What in the devil is the matter with that Marion? Has she taken leave
of her senses?”
Mama answered from the kitchen:
“No, papa, she’s learning elocution and dramatic art from Mr. Davis; but
I’m sure she’s not suited to be an actress, for she lisps and her nose
is too short. But do make her stop, or the neighbors will think we are
quarreling.”
“Stop this minute!” ordered papa, “and don’t let me hear any more such
nonsense.”