"I like your pancakes," she volunteered. "Your pancakes has got fringe on them."
Mr. Hicks's countenance took on more of an expression around the eyes; he regarded her with deep interest.
"All the boys at school like your pancakes, too," she continued. "They are coming over some other recess when you are home, and you can make them all a pancake again. Will you put honey on their pancakes?"
"For boys!" exclaimed Susan's heroine in great surprise. "No honey for boys. Honey is only for girls."
"And mas too," added Susan. "Ain't honey for mas too?"
"Does n't your ma make them with fringe on?" inquired Jonas, in hope of making a new start.
Susan vouchsafed no reply. The subject stood in abeyance while she feasted and took thought. Presently her attention rested upon the griddle. On it there was a diminutive pancake which had made itself from the drippings of an overgenerous spoonful.
"I like little pancakes too," she hinted.
Jonas took it off and presented it to her.
"There, Susie. When you go home you can give that to your dollie."