"I hope it will," said Lucy. "That will make Peter think a while before he comes so often."
That made Sally so angry she couldn't speak, so she went out and began killing chickens. I helped her catch them. They were so used to me they would come right to my feet when I shelled corn.
"I'm going to kill three," said Sally. "I'm going to be sure we have enough, but don't you tell until their heads are off."
While she was working on them mother came out and asked how many she had, so Sally said three. Mother counted us and said that wasn't enough; there would have to be four at least.
After she was gone Sally looked at me and said: "Well, for land's sake!"
It was so funny she had to laugh, and by the time I caught the fourth one, and began helping pick them, she was over being provoked and we had lots of fun.
The minute I saw Peter Dover he made me think of something. I rode his horse to the barn with Leon leading it. There we saw Laddie.
"Guess what!" I cried.
"Never could!" laughed Laddie, giving Peter Dover's horse a slap as it passed him on the way to a stall.
"Four chickens, ham, biscuit, and cake!" I announced.