“Please, Nan, to make each of us a Sunday tea-kettle out of a stem-cherry?”
A few moments later Daisy enters the room and inquires, in a very eldest-sisterish tone,—
“Well, what have you young folks been doing since I left you?”
“Been singing, and telling stories, and going to pic-nics, Miss Daisy,” quickly replied Rosie.
“Oh Rosie Havens, what a naughty child to be telling a story, on Sunday too!”
“Sister Daisy, is a story worser on Sundays nor on Tuesdays and Fridays?” quickly asked Jack.
Daisy pays no attention to the eager little face upturned to hers, but hurriedly passes out of the room, saying—
“I was just going to tell you about the beautiful church I went to, but I shan’t now, I will go down stairs and read instead.”
Rosie Havens is a proud little creature, and shrugs her saucy shoulders, saying,—
“Miss Daisy is so very stylish in her new Polyness dress, she can’t understand children.”