“Tell her, sister,” urged Miss Dorinda.
“Tell her yourself,” said Miss Priscilla, shortly.
Dorinda needed no second bidding.
“Ladybird,” she cried gladly, “come down, dearie. You are going to stay with us. So come down and be a good girl.”
“Of course I’m going to stay with you;
I told you, and I told you true,”
chanted Ladybird, in her crooning, musical voice.
“Then come down at once,” said Miss Priscilla, whose patience was nearly exhausted.
“Why?” said Ladybird, gently, but aggravatingly.
“Because I want you,” said Miss Priscilla Flint, with a sudden burst of whole-hearted welcome. “Because I want you to live with us and be our little girl,—my little girl.”