“This is not the time for homiletics!”
“Homey what?” At Mrs. Dixon’s distraction, Percy snatched a cookie from the dish on the table.
Mrs. Dixon looked pointedly at Mortimer; her lips pursed. “We’re going to change trajectories. We will move on to the role-playing portion of the training.” She closed her notebook. “Neville, Millie, you may be excused.”
“Thank God.” Neville went back to his chair, picked up his newspaper and tucked it beneath his arm.
“What are you going to do now?” Millie was quite effectively put out. She hadn’t had this much fun in weeks and now she was being sent away.
“That’s for me to know.” Mrs. Dixon stood up from the table and wiped off her already perfectly clean hands. “But I promise you, the next time you see these two boys, they will be the most civiliz
