"We will have them all in bed by eight o'clock, Veronica, and they will go cheerfully, as if they liked it, or we will know the reason why. We will make them say their prayers. Between ourselves, Veronica, I don't believe they always do. And no reading in bed, and no final glass of whisky toddy, or any nonsense of that sort. An Abernethy biscuit and perhaps if they are good a jujube, and then 'Good night,' and down with their head on the pillow. And no calling out, and no pretending they have got a pain in their tummy and creeping downstairs in their night-shirts and clamouring for brandy.
We will be up to all their tricks."
"And they'll have to take their medicine," Veronica remembered.
"The slightest suggestion of sulkiness, the first intimation that they are not enjoying themselves, will mean cod liver oil in a tablespoon, Veronica."
"And we will ask them why they never use their commonsense," chirped Veronica.
"That will be our trouble, Veronica; that they won't have any sense of any sort--not what we shall deem sense. But, nevertheless, we will be just. We will always give them a reason why they have got to do everything they don't want to do, and nothing that they want to do. They won't understand it and they won't agree that it is a reason; but they will keep that to themselves, if they are wise."
"And of course they must not argue," Veronica insisted.
"If they answer back, Veronica, that will show they are cursed with an argumentative temperament which must be rooted out at any cost," I agreed; "and if they don't say anything, that will prove them possessed of a surly disposition which must be checked at once, before it develops into a vice."
"And whatever we do to them we will tell them it's for their own good," Veronica chortled.
"Of course it will be for their own good," I answered. "That will be our chief pleasure--making them good and happy. It won't be their pleasure, but that will be owing to their ignorance."
"They will be grateful to us later on," gurgled Veronica.
"With that assurance we will comfort them from time to time," I answered. "We will be good to them in all ways. We will let them play games--not stupid games, golf and croquet, that do you no good and lead only to language and dispute--but bears and wolves and whales; educational sort of games that will aid them in acquiring knowledge of natural history. We will show them how to play Pirates and Red Indians and Ogres--sensible play that will help them to develop their imaginative faculties. That is why grown-up people are so dull; they are never made to think. But now and then," I continued, "we will let them play their own games, say on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons. We will invite other grown-ups to come to tea with them, and let them flirt in the garden, or if wet make love in the dining-room, till nurse comes for them. But we, of course, must choose their friends for them--nice, well-behaved ladies and gentlemen, the parents of respectable children; because left to themselves--well, you know what they are! They would just as likely fall in love with quite undesirable people--men and women we could not think of having about the house. We will select for them companions we feel sure will be the most suitable for them; and if they don't like them--if Uncle William says he can't bear the girl we have invited up to love him--that he positively hates her, we till tell him that it is only his wilful temper, and that he's got to like her because she's good for him; and don't let us have any of his fretfulness. And if Grandmamma pouts and says she won't love old man Jones merely because he's got a red nose, or a glass eye, or some silly reason of that sort, we will say to her: 'All right, my lady, you will play with Mr. Jones and be nice to him, or you will spend the afternoon putting your room tidy; make up your mind.' We will let them marry (on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons), and play at keeping house. And if they quarrel we will shake them and take the babies away from them, and lock them up in drawers, and tell them they sha'n't have them again till they are good."
"And the more they try to be good, the more it will turn out that they ain't been good," Veronica reflected.
"Their goodness and their badness will depend upon us in more senses than one, Veronica," I explained. "When Consols are down, when the east wind has touched up our liver, they will be surprised how bad they are."
"And they mustn't ever forget what they've ever been once told," crowed Veronica. "We mustn't have to tell 'em the same thing over and over again, like we was talking to brick walls."
"And if we meant to tell them and forgot to tell them," I added, "we will tell them that they ought not to want us to tell them a simple thing like that, as if they were mere babies. We must remember all these points."
"And if they grumble we'll tell them that's 'cos they don't know how happy they are. And we'll tell them how good we used to be when--I say, don't you miss your train, or I shall get into a row."
"Great Scott! I'd forgotten all about that train, Veronica," I admitted.
"Better run," suggested Veronica.
It sounded good advice.
"Keep on thinking about that book," shouted Veronica.
"Make a note of things as they occur to you," I shouted back.
"What shall we call it?" Veronica screamed.
"'Why the Man in the Moon looks sat upon,'" I shrieked.
When I turned again she was sitting on the top rail of the stile conducting an imaginary orchestra with one of her own shoes. The six-fifteen was fortunately twenty minutes late.
I thought it best to tell Ethelbertha the truth; that things had gone wrong with the kitchen stove.
"Let me know the worst," she said. "Is Veronica hurt?"
"The worst," I said, "is that I shall have to pay for a new range.