"It is you, is it?" she said. "I thought it was a mouse."
"It is only me," said Flora. "I am going out when the sun has drunk up all the water."
"The sun is a thirsty fellow, my dear."
"He is," sighed Flora. "Dinah is tired of waiting."
"Flora is tired of waiting, I guess."
"Yes, Flora is."
"And what would she like to do while the sun is drinking?"
"Have fun," said Flora, laying the black baby down for a nap, with the shawl drawn up over her head. "Dinah is asleep and I am ready."
"You are a dear little thing for keeping so still while I was studying, and we will have some fun."
"Oo!" said Flora. "I have fifteen minutes to do whatever I please with, and then I must be off. Now, what would you like to do?"