"You better stop talking about bears," Moses hinted, darkly.
"If you'll bring the children downstairs, Elizabeth," Grandmother called from the foot of the staircase, "they can have some milk and cookies."
Madget made directly for the staircase, and as promptly fell all the way into Grandmother's arms, from which position she scowled and freed herself.
"She always falls downstairs," Mabel said, tolerantly. "It don't hurt her."
"It does her good," Moses explained.
"Milk," said Madget, "and cookies."
"The little thing is really hungry," Grandmother said. "How long ago did she have her breakfast, Mose?"
"We don't have no breakfast to our house. She wouldn't eat her bread because she said she was skeered of it."
"Scared of it?"
"Well, some of it had gray fur on it, and she was afraid it was going to crawl out on her."