“I wish I did,” said Cassy sorrowfully. “Don’t let’s talk about that now. Tell us what you did to-day.”
“I went to market and did my errands first, but there were not many baskets to take home this morning, and then I went and sat out on the curbstone by the wall and waited. Gee! but that’s a big place; it takes up ’most a square, and it’s awful pretty up there. I saw a shiny carriage stop at the door and a lady and a boy got out. I’d like to be that boy.”
“Was he just your size?” asked Cassy, interested.
“No, lots bigger, but he looked friendly; he kind of smiled when he saw me there.”
“Come, children, it’s cleaning up time,” said Mrs. Law. “We must get ready for Sunday; my last buttonhole is finished. I expect Jerry is as hungry as a bear.”
“I am as hungry as two bears,” Jerry assured her. “What are we going to have for supper? I don’t care much what it is, so there is enough of it.”
“Don’t tell him what it is,” said Cassy.
Jerry approached the little stove where something was simmering and sending out savory odors. He lifted the lid.
“Stew!” he cried.
“Yes, with dumplings in it. You shouldn’t have taken off the lid, Jerry, it will spoil them.”