Doris was smiling now. If they were all pleased, that was enough.
"I hope Uncle Win won't let you spend your money this way very often," said Uncle Leverett, "or you will have nothing left to buy silk gowns for yourself when you are a young woman."
"Maybe no one will ever ask me to a party," said Doris simply.
"I will give one in your honor," declared Warren. "Let me see—in seven years you will be sixteen. I will save up a little money every year after I get my freedom suit."
"Your freedom suit?" in a perplexed manner.
"Yes—when I am twenty-one. That will be next July."
"You will have to buy her a silk gown as well," said his father with a twinkle of humor in his eye.
"Then I shall strike for higher wages."
"We shall have a new President and we will see what that brings about. The present method is simply ruinous."
The dinner was uncommonly good, if it had been made of cooked-over meat. And the pie was delicious. Any woman who could make a pie like that, and have the custard a perfect cream, ought to be the happiest woman alive.