“Where,” asked Barbara, in a stifled voice, “is David?”
“He’s gone wiv the pretty lady, I guess,” said Jimmy sleepily. “She had roses in her hat. Why don’t you have roses in your hat, Barbara? I like roses.”
The little boy suddenly opened his eyes very wide; his mouth followed suit.
“Look, Barb’ra,” he shrilled excitedly. “A man dave me a sausage in the middle of a biscuit, ’n’ I was awful hungry an’ I fordot—I mean I forgot—t’ bite wiv my side teef—’n’—’n’—’n’ one o’ my front teef came right out. I lost it on the ground.”
Barbara’s questioning eyes were on Jarvis’s face. He turned abruptly as if unable to bear them.
“I called loud to David; but he was drinkin’ somethin’ brown out of a tumbler ’n’ he didn’t turn around,” chattered Jimmy, “but the lady, she looked at me, ’n’ she said——”
He broke into a nervous laugh.
“It feels funny in my mouf,” he complained. “Will my new toof come in right away? Will it, Barbara?”
Jarvis drew a deep breath.