Blue went off in another spasm. “Did you ask her?” he gurgled.
“No, she just said so!”
“She’s a good deal older’n you,” Blue objected.
“What difference does that make?”
“I do’ know, but the boys are older than the girls—’most always.”
“I don’t care anything about age,” returned Doodles comfortably, “and I don’t think Polly will.”
“Come to supper, boys!”
They sprang to their feet. Polly and Daphne were instantly forgotten! Doodles was eager to see downstairs.
He stopped when he reached the foot of the flight—vines and flowers seemed everywhere!
“How do you like it, old man?” Blue could not wait.