“Another illustration of disarnmint; Sunbeam, I’m going to ask yer father and mither to loan ye to us for siveral days.”
The little one did not quite grasp the meaning of this.
“Where do you live, Cousin Mike?”
And she clapped her hands with delight over the happy title that had flashed upon her without any thought on her part.
“That’s it!” exclaimed the Irish laddie; “we’re cousins for the rist of our lives.”
“What about them?” she asked darting her chubby forefinger at Alvin and Chester.
“It will be the right thing to call one of ’em yer grandad and the ither yer grand-mither: that’s the best use ye can put ’em to.”
“That’ll be splendid!” she added again clapping her hands and kicking her feet; “can I go with Cousin Mike, mother?”
“Some day when it is pleasant we’ll loan you to him and his friends, but it must be when the sun is shining.”
“As if ye didn’t take the sunshine wid ye at all times,” commented Mike.