Saturday noon
`` It 's all right . Papa knows , '' was all the reply she could be induced to make to the questions which assailed her from all sides , in regard to the way she was spending her Saturday mornings . It would be impossible to say how long the mystery would have been kept up if she had had her own way . One Saturday noon , however , Phebe came bouncing into the dining-room , her eyes blazing with righteous indignation and injured pride . `` Theodora McAlister , I 'm ashamed of you , perfectly ashamed ! '' `` You 've said so before , '' Theodora answered tranquilly , while she went on eating her dinner . `` What is it , this time ? ''