“And please send plenty sugar for the poor people,” said Baby, in her unexpected way.
“And a little petrol for Daddy,” said Dimples.
“Amen!” said Daddy. And the little figures rose for the good-night kiss.
IV—THE LEATHERSKIN TRIBE
“Daddy!” said the elder boy. “Have you seen wild Indians?”
“Yes, boy.”
“Have you ever scalped one?”
“Good gracious, no.”
“Has one ever scalped you?” asked Dimples.
“Silly!” said Laddie. “If Daddy had been scalped he wouldn’t have all that hair on his head—unless perhaps it grew again!”