"I may send the children their supper, grandpa?" she said inquiringly,
with a pleading look.
"Do just as you please about it," he answered. "Of course I would not have
growing children go fasting for any length of time; certainly not all
night, for that would be to the injury of their health; and I leave it to
you to decide how luxurious their meal shall be."
"Thank you, grandpa," she said, and at once gave the requisite order.
Meanwhile Max had obeyed the order to go to his room in almost as angry
and rebellious a mood as Lulu's own. He shut the door, threw down his
package, tore off his overcoat and stamped about the floor for a minute
or two, fuming and raging.
"I say it's just shameful! abominable treatment! I'm tired being treated
like a baby, and I won't stand it! The idea of being shut up here for
twenty-four hours for such a trifle! Oh, dear!" he added, dropping into a
chair, "I'm as hungry as a bear. I wonder if he doesn't mean to let me
have any supper? I don't believe Mamma Vi would approve of his starving me
altogether; no, nor Grandma Elsie, either; I hope they'll manage to give
me something to eat before bedtime.
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