"Would you insist upon its not being made good?"
"I shouldn't wonder if I were that kind of gander."
"Would Aunt Ada?"
"I think she's probably that kind of goose."
"Oh, I am so glad she is a goose."
"Glad who is a goose?" said Aunt Ada from the doorway.
"We were talking about you," said her brother laughing. "Molly was calling you a goose."
"Oh, Uncle Dick, you began it."
"Did I? Well, never mind. I smell those rolls, Molly, and I feel that I can demolish at least six. Come on, let's get at them."
Although she had not really carried the subject as far as she wanted, Molly felt that matters were not so bad for Mary as they had at first appeared, therefore, she took the first opportunity to reassure her on that point. Polly walked off to the Whartons' immediately after breakfast, announcing with quite an air of wishing it generally known that she would probably spend the day with Grace in the woods, and that Luella had given her a lunch to take.