"I am so glad I know about this book," she said as she came to the last page. "I always thought it was only for grown-ups, and never even looked at it. Will you read me some more to-morrow?"
"Sorry I can't, ducky dear, for I am off by the morning train to a football game which I can't miss."
"Oh, I forgot about that. Are the boys going, too?"
"Yes, and Celia. We are all going back together. There is something on at the Evanses Saturday night, and Celia wouldn't miss that."
"Neither would you," said Edna slyly.
"You're a mean, horrid, little girl," said Ben in a high, little voice. "I'm just going to take my book and go home, so I am."
"It isn't your book; it is grandma's."
"I don't care if it is; I'm not going to play with you, and I will slap your doll real hard."
"Do you mean Serena? She isn't my doll; she is grandma's. Her name is Serena, don't you remember? I've known her ever since I was a little, little thing."
"And what are you now but a little, little thing, I should like to know."