“Then, aren’t you glad I’m here?” Pen asked Billy.
“Sure!” came in hearty assurance. “You can stay up a long time, can’t you, because you slept all day?”
“Play with us,” besought Betty.
“Yes; play rough,” demanded Billy.
Mrs. Kingdon interposed. “She’s too tired to do that,” she admonished the children.
Betty came forward with a box of paper and a pair of scissors.
“You can cut me some paper dolls. That won’t tire you.”
“I don’t want dolls!” scoffed Francis.
Pen was already using the articles Betty had furnished.
“Not if we call them circus ladies and I cut horses for them to ride on?” she asked him.