“Oh, Mollie, do let’s find him!” said little Doris; “let’s find him quick! He might bring us lollies and candy and—and dolls——”
“And nice dresses and books and pictures and—” said Eva.
“And pocket-money and trips,” put in Eileen.
“I hope he ain’t got poor before we find him,” said Doris.
“Oh!” There was a chorus of exclamations, while their faces clouded. “I hope not.”
“We don’t want any more poor ones in the family,” said Eileen, quickly.
“He’s not poor,” said Mollie. “We’ll all write and tell him about ourselves and the drought and the bad times, and how Dadda has to struggle——”
“Yes, how Dadda has to struggle,” repeated Eileen.
“And all about our losses—and about Mamma. What’ll we say about Mamma?”
“Say she’s a brick,” shouted Eileen, “and she’s always cheery and never gives in——”