“It’s all very nice,” Randy answered, “that you liked my picture best; and do you know, little sister, I would rather have you pleased than almost any one, next to father and mother.”
“Why?” questioned the little girl, in genuine surprise.
“Because,” said her sister, “you’re a little girl who means just what she says.”
“Yes, I do mean it, Randy dear; you did look just the best of any one, but you’d ought to seen Jotham,” she continued, “he meant it, too. He meant it just tremenjous!”
“Well, Jotham’s kind, too,” said Randy; then, with a happy little sigh, she turned a smiling face to little Prue as she said, “’most every one’s good, I do believe.”
“Not near as good as you, Randy,” said Prue, thoughtfully; but, she added, brightening, “I mean to be good all day, ’cause why do you s’pose, Randy? ’Cause I had such a good time last night.”
“That’s a good reason,” said Randy. Soon Randy proposed dressing, and at the breakfast table Prue resumed the conversation with which she had awakened Randy.
All agreed that it had been just a lovely evening, but the little girl was not quite satisfied.
“Well, now, we did have a splendid time,” said she, “but I want you to say my Randy was just the best of all.”
“Why, of course, we say so,” said her father, laughing; “but who sang a nice little song?”