She paid no attention but went on singing.
“Listen!” said Laurence nervously. “Anyways, you don’t haf to open your mouth so wide when you sing, do you? It looks terrable!”
She opened it even wider and sang still louder:
“My lit-tull baby, my da-ar-luh-un bay-bee!
My bay-bee! My bay-hay-bee!”
“Oh, my!” Laurence said, and he retired to the rear; whereupon Hossifer gave him a look and fell back a little farther. “Listen!” Laurence called to Daisy. “You scared the dog!”
Daisy stopped singing and glanced back over her shoulder. “I did not!” she said. “You scared her yourself.”
“Who?” Laurence advanced to the side of the wagon, staring incredulously. “Who you talkin’ about?”
“She was walkin’ along nice only a little way behind us,” Daisy said, “until you went near her.”
“I went near who?” Laurence asked, looking very much disturbed. “Who was walkin’ along nice?”