religious letter to Henrietta which the two girls had pledged themselves to write.
She had forgotten about Adele and her accusations and smooth sounding phrases were rolling in her mind when Adele burst out.
“I don’t care, I want some fudge! Mother Grace always makes the Sunday desserts for father, regardless of what we like, so I don’t see why we can’t make fudge.”
“If we ask her, she’ll just say no. She can’t say yes in front of father. He’d just begin to talk about pampering.”
June finished the last pan and stood considering. Fudge was extremely desirable that stormy afternoon.
“There’s two doors in between the kitchen and the library, so I don’t see how she can smell it,” she declared. “Let’s make it anyway!”
With great daring, they started to make the candy, extravagantly using two cups of sugar. This was one of the periods of skimp and save in the Henreddy household. After it had boiled for a few minutes, and the smell began to permeate the house and fill the girls with apprehension, Mother Grace came out, clad in loose, yet tidy negligée which she affected around the house, and asked them coldly what they were doing. She seemed, on Sundays and the mornings Mr. Henreddy was home, infected by his formal attitude towards his offspring;
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