“Dorothy Rose,” said her father, with mock severity, “am I to hold this fork all day? Will you, or will you not, have some bacon?”
“What? Have what? Oh, Daddy, did you bring the screw hooks home last night? You didn’t forget to get them, did you?”
“Bacon! Bacon! Bacon!” shouted Mr. Rose. “I said bacon!”
“And the doormat,—you promised to order the doormat, Father—”
“Bacon!”
“The fire sets came—”
“Bacon!”
“Oh, how you made me jump! No, I don’t want any bacon, I had some—I think. Anyway, I’m through breakfast, aren’t you, Dad? Do hurry up. I want you to go over with me—oh, there’s Doll!”
Dolly came in, her arms full of things for the house.
“I didn’t want to go in without you, Dot,” she said. “Goodness, aren’t you through breakfast yet? I couldn’t eat a thing, hardly.”