“Where did you see it?” Jessie asked.
“In a greenhouse, Mr. Atkinson’s.”
“Well, I suppose plums could be black,” said Jessie persuaded that Max knew what he was talking about.
“Look at Eb pecking at your buttons, Jess,” said Walter. “He has one almost off.”
Jessie wore a red jacket whose bright buttons pleased Ebon’s fancy. “He is getting to be a great mischief,” she said. “He tried to carry off mother’s thimble yesterday. Go ’long, Eb. Go pretend you are a chicken or something. Max, will you go with me to Effie Hinsdale’s to get my kitten? It is big enough now, and if I am not to go to Adele’s any more I shall need the kitten.”
“Let’s go with her,” proposed Walter. “Then we can see Jack and some of the other boys. We’ll go, Jess.”
Walter was very amiable to-day, Jessie thought. He really loved his little sister, and the fact that she had been in great danger the day before made him realize what it would be to lose her.
“We might get both kittens,” said Jessie, “and then we could leave Adele’s for her on our way home. She will be so glad to have it now that she has a broken arm and no one to play with.”
“Do you suppose her father will sell Dapple Gray?” said Walter. “I wish our father could buy him.”
“Adele would feel awfully to have him sold,” said Jessie. “Oh, dear!” she drew a long sigh.