"Oh, no, thank you."
"Then," said Thinkright, "perhaps you'd like to go and help Minty bring home her Daisy."
"Who is Daisy?" asked Sylvia of the solemnly staring child, who had been mute throughout the meal.
"My cow," drawled Minty.
"I'm mortally afraid of cows," declared Sylvia.
"Daisy ain't ugly," returned Minty.
"Then if you'll promise to take care of me"—
"I will," declared the child, her cheeks flushing with the pleasure that her drawl could not convey.
"She usually gits the cow afore supper," explained Mrs. Lem, "but to-day she couldn't very well." She looked complacently at her child's toilet. "You needn't mind the dishes, Minty."
At the permission the child fled from the room and clattered up the back stairs. The others rose from the table, and Mrs. Lem assumed a large apron and began gathering up the dishes.