"We have told you so four times already," remarked Miss Storey. "Surely you knew that you had a little cousin named Ivy!"
Yes, of course Hecla had known it, but she had a provoking way of seeming to forget things, just when she ought to have remembered them.
"And will she be ever so much smaller than me?"
"Now, Hecla, why do you not ask sensible questions? Ivy is more than three years younger than you."
"And will she be here always, always?"
"For a time she will be here, while her father and mother are abroad."
Hecla wanted to hop again, but Miss Anne held her fast.
"That was what I expected," Miss Storey said, sighing. "We ought to have waited till after dinner, as I intended."
"Yes, you were right," agreed Miss Anne.
"Now, Hecla, you are to sit down and eat your pudding. No more hopping. You know that you are not allowed to get up in the middle of dinner."