“You always have such romantic accidents,” teased Donald. “Think how thrilling it is to be run away with by a raging span of oxen, and fancy the excitement of being tossed by the cow with a crumpled horn!”
“I really should think you wouldn’t care to look a piece of beef in the face,” laughed Will.
“Plant Cricket and what would she come up,” asked Archie, and Cricket herself answered, quickly,—
“Cow-slip. That’s good. Ask another one.”
“Can’t; you’re too bright.”
“I’d have given a sixpence to see Mamie Hecker dangling on that hook,” said Will. “Little imp!”
“It wasn’t very funny to fish her up,” said Cricket, seriously, “for it did pull the sockets out of my arm. Why isn’t that right to say, papa!”
“Because your arms are put in the sockets, my dear, not the sockets in your arms.”
“Oh! well, I hope it will teach Mamie a lesson; and the next time she has a message to give, I hope she’ll give it.”
“What do you think!” exclaimed Marjorie. “Here’s Mamie Hecker coming up the avenue now.”