“He is a little bit banty because he is fat. That is why he sits down so hard. But I like babies to be banty,” said Letty loyally.
“I do too,” agreed Susan. “They are much nicer that way.”
The next morning before sun-up, Letty and Susan were awake, both very much surprised to find themselves side by side in bed.
“I knew I was here when I went to sleep,” said Susan, rubbing her eyes and staring round, “but when I woke up I thought I was home.”
“No, you are here,” said Letty, sitting up on top of her pillow as if it were a stool and speaking earnestly. “Now I’ll tell you what I thought, Susan. You know the Fair is only one day after to-morrow now. Don’t you think we ought to begin to save right away so that we can have lots of pulls at the Blackbird Pie? And there will be ice-cream, too, and other good things, I know. Have you any money?”
Susan was as business-like as Letty.
“Yes, plenty,” she answered, slipping out of bed.
And a moment later, she and Letty were gazing into the depths of her little green handbag where shone three bright new ten-cent pieces.
“Good,” said Letty. “Just think how much we can buy with that. Now I haven’t any money at all. But Father comes home to lunch every day, and we will be there to meet him when he comes up the street. I will ask him for some money then, and when he goes back to the office after luncheon I will ask him for more. He will never remember,” said Letty, with a confidence born of experience. “He is a very absent-minded man. My mother herself says so.”
Susan was charmed with this idea.