"My, but I'm hungry!" she said, as she saw once again her own home table, with its pretty appointments and appetizing food.
"You bet you are!" said King, appreciatively; "tell us what you had to eat in the rural district."
"Boiled beef," said Midget, smiling; "and gingerbread and turnips!"
"Not so awful worse," commented King.
"No? Well, s'pose you try it once! I like these croquettes and Saratoga potatoes a whole heap better!"
"Well, I 'spect I do, too. I say, Mops, I'm glad you didn't break your word to come out and play,—at least, not intentionally."
"No, I never break my word. But I guess if you thought you didn't have any father or mother or brother or sister, you'd forget all about going out to play, too."
"I haven't any brother," said King, looking very sad and forlorn.
"I'll be a brother to you," declared Cousin Jack, promptly; "you behaved like a man, last night, old fellow,—and I'm proud to claim you as a man and a brother."
"Pooh, I didn't do anything," said King, modestly.