Fields. She found that person explaining with
grim patience to the Peyton children why they could not make candy in
her kitchen at the inopportune hour of ten in the morning.
"But we always do at home!" complained Lucy, with a frown.
"Like as not you don't clear up the muss afterward, either," suggested
Mrs. Fields, with a sharp look.
"Course we don't," Randolph asserted, with a curl of his handsome upper
lip. "What's servants for, I'd like to know?"
"To make friends with, not to treat impolitely," said a clear voice
behind the boy.
Randolph and Lucy turned quickly, and Mrs. Fields's face, which had
grown grim, softened perceptibly. Both children looked ready to make
some tart reply to Charlotte's interpolation, but as their eyes fell
upon her they discovered that to be impossible. How could one speak
rudely when one met that kind but authoritative glance?
"This is Mrs. Fields's busiest time, you know," Charlotte said, "and it
wouldn't do to bother her now with making candy. In the afternoon I'll
help you make it. Come, suppose we go for a walk. I've some marketing to
do.
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