“I was going to bring Weejums,” Eunice said. “Just for a change of air.”
“Well, bring them both then. Any change in Weejums would be desirable.”
This was because Weejums had refused to roll in the catnip Grandmother brought her, and had sneered at Clytie and Ivanhoe when they rolled.
“I hope she’ll like the new house,” Eunice said.
The family was to move uptown that fall, and Eunice and Kenneth were to go with Grandmother to the farm until things were a little settled. When the day came, they took luncheon with the Bateses, while Weejums chased Mary’s cats out of their own kitchen, and ate their chicken bones. Then she cuffed Mustard for not being Elijah, whom she greatly preferred, and Mustard lamented all the way down to the station. People in the street-cars tried to imitate his voice, but failed.
“Now stay here while I see about the trunk,” said Grandmother, as they reached the waiting-room. And the children stood admiring the bunch of bananas that hung over the news-stand, and the oranges piled in an open-work wire dish.
“Wouldn’t it be fun to buy the whole bunch?” whispered Eunice.
“I bet you it costs as much as a dollar,” said Kenneth.
“I’d like to go up and say, ‛Just give me a dollar’s worth of bananas.’”
“Well, I wouldn’t, I’d say, ‛How much for the bunch?’ and he’d say, ‛A dollar,’ and I’d say, ‛I’ll take ’em.’”