Marjorie laughed outright at this, but Mr. Bryant said, gravely:
"How many in your entire family? Let me know the worst at once!"
"Dat's all; me brudder an' sister. Kin they come, too?"
"Yes, if they're fairly clean," and the boy ran to get them. He came back bringing a boy but little smaller than himself, and a tiny girl.
Though not immaculate, they were presentable, and soon the six were seated at a round table.
Cousin Jack conformed to his decree that the Maynard children should have but a half-portion each, but he added that this was partly due to his consideration for their health, as well as his willingness that the charity should be partly theirs. But he told his three guests that they could eat as much as they chose; and noting their generally hungry appearance, he ordered a first course of sandwiches for them, which kindness was greatly appreciated.
"Gee! Youse is a white man!" exclaimed the oldest visitor, as he scraped his saucer almost through its enamel.
"What does he mean?" asked Midget, laughing. "Of course, you're a white man."
"That's slang, Marjorie, for a desirable citizen."
"Funny sort of slang," Midget commented; "a white man is plain English, isn't it?"