Benny, wandering in from the kitchen, with both hands full of cookies, plumped himself down on the cushioned window-seat, and drew a sigh of content.
“Say, Aunt Maggie.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Can I come ter live with you?”
“Certainly not!” The blithe voice and pleasant smile took all the sting from the prompt refusal.
“What would father and mother do?”
“Oh, they wouldn’t mind.”
“Benny!”
“They wouldn’t. Maybe pa would—a little; but Bess and ma wouldn’t. And I’D like it.”
“Nonsense, Benny!” Miss Maggie crossed to a little stand and picked up a small box. “Here’s a new picture puzzle. See if you can do it.”