“Not me. I sleep nights.”
“Ach, Millie--knights--the kind you read about, the men that wear plumes in their hats.”
“Feathers, you mean? Why, the only man I ever heard of wearin’ a feather in his hat was Yankee Doodle.”
“Ach, Millie, you make me mad! But I guess you don’t know. Well, tell me this--if somebody did something for you and you wanted to show you ’preciated it, what would you do?”
“That’s an easy one! I’d be nice to them and do things for them or for their people. Now you run and let me be. ’Bout half an hour from now you dare come in for your half-moon pie. Ach, I most forgot! Your mom said you shall take a little crock of the new apple butter down to Mrs. Landis.”
“A little crock won’t go far with all them children.”
“Ach, yes. It’ll smear a lot o’ bread. I’ll pack it in a basket so you can carry it easy. Better put on your sunbonnet so your hair won’t burn red.”
“Redder, you mean, ain’t? But I won’t need a bonnet. I’ll take my new parasol.”
“Parasol,” echoed Millie. “Now what---”