"Not even by me?" asked Edward, leaning down over her as he stood behind
her chair.
"No, not even by you," she returned saucily, looking up into his face with
laughing eyes. "I'm your wife, sir, not your child."
"Both, I should say," laughed Edward. "I remember that I was considered a
mere child at your age. And whatever you are you belong to me, don't you?"
"Yes; and you to me just as much," she retorted, and at that there was a
general laugh.
The captain had said nothing of the objectionable reading matter found in
his children's hands that day, but when alone with Violet in their own
room, he told her all about it, blaming himself severely for not having
been so watchful over them as he ought, and expressing his distress over
the discovery that Max had sometimes been guilty of profanity.
"I do not know whether it has become a habit with him," he said, "but, my
dear, I beg of you to watch him closely when I am away, and if he is ever
known to offend in that way, see that he is properly punished."
"But how, Levis?" she asked, with a troubled look. "I don't know what I
can do but talk seriously to him about the wickedness of it.
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