“I did something horrid this morning.”
“Don’t believe it.”
“Oh, but yes. I was brushing the dust off my shoes in the kitchen, and what do you think I found?”
“Hurry up and tell me.”
“That Glory hadn’t had time to eat her breakfast and that some of the dust had gone into her plate of porridge.”
“Oh, Peter! How careless! Did you tell her?”
“She came in and saw it. You’d never guess what she said.—‘Never mind, old boy. One’s got to eat a peck o’ dirt before one dies. So mother says.’ And she took a spoon and——-”
“And ate it?”
Peter nodded, trying to look penitent, but laughing.
Then Kay became grave-eyed and asked one of her questions. “But do you?”