"Jerry—what?" gasped the twins, after a short silence due to amazement.
"Jerry Junior,—that's what they call it."
"But how on earth do they know?"
"They don't know. But they have to call it something, haven't they? And they want a Jerry Junior. So of course they'll get it. For Prudence is good enough to get whatever she wants."
"Hum, that's no sign," sniffed Carol. "I don't get everything I want, do I?"
The girls laughed, from habit not from genuine interest, at Carol's subtle insinuation.
"Well, shall we have her come?"
"Yes," said Carol, "but you tell Prue she needn't expect me to hold it until it gets too big to wiggle. I call them nasty, treacherous little things. Mrs. Miller made me hold hers, and it squirmed right off my knee. I wanted to spank it."
"And tell Prudence to uphold the parsonage and have a white one," added Lark. "These little Indian effects don't make a hit with me."
"Are you going to tell Connie?"