“No, they ain’t,” he returned promptly and seriously. “There’s lots o’ nice worms.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.”
“Yes, there is.”
“Oh, no.”
“There is, too,” he said stubbornly and with some asperity. “Everybody knows there’s plenty of nice worms.”
“Where did you get such nonsense in your head?” Bella asked, a little sharply. “Whoever told you there are nice worms?”
“Well, there is!”
“But what makes you think so?” she insisted.
“Well——” He hesitated, then said with a conclusive air, settling the question: “My mother. I guess she knows!”
Bella stared at him incredulously for a moment.