"I say Clo, where be yer?"
The interruption was a cruel one to both the darkeys, though from different reasons; the voice was Victoria's.
"Clo!" she called again, in considerable wrath, "jis' you answer now."
Clo sprang up in high indignation. Dolf mounted a couple of steps and appeared to be diligently searching for something in a closet.
Victoria opened the kitchen door, looked out and tossed her head angrily when she saw the pair.
"I s'pose I might a split my throat callin', and yer wouldn't a answered," she cried.
"I'se 'bout my business," said Clo, grimly, "jis' mind yours."
"I s'pose Mr. Dolf am 'bout his business too," retorted Vic.
Dolf turned around from the closet and asked sweetly, "Did you 'dress me, Miss Vic?"
"No, I didn't, and don't mean ter. But Miss Elsie's woke up, and wants some jelly and a bird; where am dey, Clo?"