"Sorry, Father," the younger Finkle-McGraw said in a voice slathered 
with not very convincing synthetic good humor. "Nap time, obviously." He 
nodded to the other. "Mrs. Hackworth." Then his eyes returned to his father's 
face and followed the Equity Lord's gaze downward to the book. "She was rude 
to the servants, Father, and so we have confiscated
the book for the rest of the afternoon. It's the only punishment that seems to 
sink in—we employ it with some frequency."