“They are horrid,” said Dick; “but if we didn’t have robins, we wouldn’t have much of anything. There are so few of the other birds,—’ceptin’ sparrows.”
“That’s so; well, as I was saying before the thrush came, let’s give Lady Eliza a party.”
“Let’s ask Aunt Rachel first,” said Dick.
The twins were learning to ask permission beforehand, when they planned anything out of the ordinary. This had already saved them trouble, and the aunts were already congratulating themselves that the children were learning to “think.”
“Yes, we will. But don’t let’s go in now. Let’s plan it, and then we’ll ask auntie before we really do anything about it.”
“Well, who’ll we invite?”
“That’s ’cordin’ how big the party is. If Auntie Rachel ’grees, let’s have a big party, ’bout a dozen, you know. And if she thinks bestest, we’ll only have Pinkie and Jack.”
“But what’ll make it Eliza’s party?”
“Why, we’ll ask each child to bring a doll or something, so’s to be comp’ny for her.”
“Boys can’t bring dolls.”