I better get up now, get out of this nook. Pa is calling me out from the other room. We haven't had a conversation since I arrived home this noon. I was soaked wet in the rain and appeared agitated when I came in. I was clearly indisposed to talk with anyone, and dismissed him because I'm unwell. And he got the picture, the sour look in my face. I dashed myself to the bath, and in a jiffy I was in dreamland.

     So I better be in a friendly state now and receive his persistently prompting of dinner.

     (I'm optimistic that he won't notice my now fleshy legs...)