All the voices talked together. Broken scraps reached me, in tones not loud but excited.
"O father! We've had the jolliest day! We went such a walk!"
"And Millie was so tired!"
"And Gladys went with us."
"Oh, and father, only think—"
"Father, I'm going to have a canary-bird,—Pet and me, I mean."
"Yes, father, isn't it lovely? Mrs. Hepburn is going to give a canary to Popsie and me for our very own."
"Isn't Mrs. Hepburn a dear, father?"
"And it's a green canary."
"I thought canaries were yellow."