XI
MRS. KRONBORG had said that Thea was not to be disturbed on Sunday morning, and she slept until noon. When she came downstairs the family were just sitting down to dinner, Mr. Kronborg at one end of the long table, Mrs. Kronborg at the other. Anna, stiff and ceremonious, in her summer silk, sat at her father's right, and the boys were strung along on either side of the table. There was a place left for Thea between her mother and Thor. During the silence which preceded the blessing, Thea felt something uncomfortable in the air. Anna and her older brothers had lowered their eyes when she came in. Mrs. Kronborg nodded cheerfully, and after the blessing, as she began to pour the coffee, turned to her.
"I expect you had a good time at that dance, Thea. I hope you got your sleep out."
"High society, that," remarked Charley, giving the mashed potatoes a vicious swat. Anna's mouth and eyebrows became half-moons.
Thea looked across the table at the uncompromising countenances of her older brothers. "Why, what 's the matter with the Mexicans?" she asked, flushing. "They don't trouble anybody, and they are kind to their families and have good manners."
"Nice clean people; got some style about them. Do you really like that kind, Thea, or do you just pretend to? That 's what I 'd like to know." Gus looked at her with pained inquiry. But he at least looked at her.
"They 're just as clean as white people, and they have a perfect right to their own ways. Of course I like 'em. I don't pretend things."
"Everybody according to their own taste," remarked
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