"An' there was a Happy Fam'ly of a monkey, an' a armadillo, an' a dog, an' a kangaroo, an' a porcupine, all livin' together in one cage, an' when the monkey would try to tease the kangaroo, he'd just roll himself up in a ball an'—"
"Who would?" interrupted Ed Mason.
"The kangaroo, course—just like the picture of South America in the geography."
But the cynic voice of Mason was not stilled.
"Kangaroos don't roll themselves up in balls."
"This one did."
"No; that was the armadillo you were lookin' at."
"My mother said it was a kangaroo, an' it was a kangaroo, an' you'd better keep quiet an' leave me alone,—I guess my mother knows more'n you do about it."
Ed sulkily muttered: "'Twa'n't a kangaroo," but Susy went on with her catalogue of beasts.