A group of people stood in the kitchen. Without stopping to think, Elliott ran up to them.
“Can’t Laura go?” she cried eagerly. “It will be so much more comfortable to be two than one. And she is Sidney’s twin. I don’t know a great deal, but people will help me, and I got dinner this 220 noon. Oh, she must go! Don’t you see that she must go?”
Father Bob looked at the girl for a minute in silence. Then he spoke: “Well, I guess you’re right. I will look after the chickens.”
“I’ll mix their feed,” said Gertrude; “I know just how Laura does it—and I’ll do the dishes.”
“I’ll get breakfasts,” said Bruce.
“I’ll make the butter,” said Tom. “I’ve watched Mother times enough. And helped her, too.”
“I’ll see to Prince and the kitty,” chimed in Priscilla, “and do, oh, lots of things!”
“I’ll be responsible for the milk,” said Henry.
“I’ll keep house,” said Elliott, “if you leave me anything to do.”
“And I’ll help you,” said Harriet Gordon.