“And a white end to its tail,” said Eunice.
“This book’s better than the one that other fellow had,” said Franklin.
“And it spit at me—such a cunning baby spit! Mother, did you hear it spit?”
“Well, I believe that I’ll take another nap,” said Grandmother, with a yawn.
“I’ll go back and get dressed,” said Mrs. Wood. “Kenny dear, sit off that gum-drop, please. And don’t eat but three candy animals before breakfast.”
“Eunice did!”
“Never mind what Eunice does. It’s your business to look after Kenny. Yes, Mother, I’m coming.”
And before the children had really looked at all their presents, it was breakfast-time.
“What’ll you name your cat?” asked Franklin over the oatmeal. All Franklin’s rabbits had names, and could tell each other apart.
“I don’t know yet,” said Eunice. “I think I’ll have to wait and see what her yell is.”