"And I am sure I can if Nan can," said Mary Lee, readily.
"I'll wear hand-me-downs and not say a word," said Jack, "and I'll give Daniella all my rice pudding."
"Because you don't like it," Jean spoke with scorn.
"Well, never mind, if she likes it, what's the difference?" said Jack, argumentatively. "If I gave up something she didn't like and that I did, it wouldn't do her any good. You haven't said yet that you'd give up anything."
"Of course I'll give up something," declared Jean, offended. "I'll give up whatever Aunt Sarah says I ought."
"Good little girl," said Aunt Sarah, approvingly. "I hope you will not have to give up much. You younger ones can always take the clothes of the older ones, and as for food we shall not be able to set a very much plainer table on account of our boarders. I think there will be rice pudding enough for every one, but we'll have gingerbread instead of rich cake, and eat more oatmeal instead of so many hot griddle-cakes."
"I suppose they do take a crauntity of butter," sighed Jean, who liked griddle-cakes above all things.
"We'll eat 'long sweetening' on them," said Nan, with a smile at the recollection of the Boggs's molasses jug. "By the way, I never thought of Daniella's chickens and her little pig. They killed the big pig, and there is quite a lot of meat up there. Some one will have to go up there after those things."
"They can be sold," said Aunt Sarah, "and that will help out their expenses."
"Oh, can't we keep the chickens and the little pig? Then Daniella won't cost us anything for eggs."