“Oh, yes; they are such dear, sweet things! Everything is sweet, Ducky Darling, isn’t it?”
“’Es.”
A bell rang.
“There’s the breakfast bell. I must go into the house. Won’t you come in and have some breakfast?” Owlet inquired.
“B’ekfus’ ’lon’ o’ mammy,” said Dorcas.
“Oh! You mean you have had yours?”
“’Es. B’ed an’ mi’k an’ ’lasses.”
“Oh, what a nice breakfast! Well, I will go now, but I will run out again before I sit down to my lessons. You stay here and wait for me.”
“’Es. Chickies.”
Owlet ran into the house and joined her benefactress at the breakfast table, which was set near the open windows, through which the morning air came, laden with the scent of hyacinths.