And both boys gave vent to a prolonged howl of anguish.
“Oh, do go on!” cried Cricket, clapping her hands. “It’s splendid.”
Both boys continued in concert:
“Who feasted on this luscious mess,
And groans each struggled to suppress?
All of us!”
Fortunately just here the supper-bell rang, and they all trooped in.
CHAPTER VII.
MOPSIE.
It was on the very next day that Mopsie saved Eunice’s life. Why, I haven’t said a word yet about Mopsie, have I? and the dear little fellow ought to have a whole chapter all to himself.
The pets at Kayuna were quite as important, in the children’s eyes, at least, as they were themselves, and equalled them in number. There was Donald’s great St. Bernard, stately and dignified, Kaiser William by name. He was a splendid fellow, but would follow no one but his master. The pigeons, lovely, soft, fluttering things, belonged to Marjorie, who fed them faithfully. They would come at her call in troops and light on her shoulders, and peck at bits of bread which she held between her teeth.