“Did it?”
“I don’t know whether that did or not. Something did though, for he’s the gamest man I know.”
Richard considered this a moment and then said: “I wonder what it would do to Captain Kidd if I fed him some.”
“Let’s try it!” exclaimed Georgina, delighted with the suggestion. “There’s some hanging up in the old powder-horn over the dining-room mantel. You have to give it to ’em in milk. Wait a minute.”
Jumping from the see-saw after giving fair warning, she ran to one of the side windows.
“Barby,” she called. “I’m going to give Captain Kidd some milk.”
Barbara turned from her conversation with Uncle Darcy to say:
“Very well, if you can get it yourself. But be careful not to disturb the pans that haven’t been skimmed. Tippy wouldn’t like it.”
“I know what to get it out of,” called Georgina, “out of the blue pitcher.”
Richard watched while she opened the refrigerator door and poured some milk into a saucer.