“Yes, but I bet when she was young she never googled at ’em or passed notes or accidentally sat down in the same seat with them or any of that. She isn’t that kind. You can see she isn’t.” And Beany, whose wavy hair and clear blue eyes had already caused him to suffer, nodded his head vigorously.
“Go ahead!” said Porky, “I think it’s great having an assortment, only I didn’t want you to feel as though you had the worst end of the bargain.”
“Not a bit of it!” said Beany. “Not a bit, and I’ll lend you my girl to look at or play with whenever you want.”
“Much obliged,” said Porky, “but I can’t help thinking it might be a good plan to break the news to somebody.”
“Your kidlet is asleep, so he won’t notice. Suppose you go back there and see what they are doing.”
“I can see from here,” said Porky with a slight shudder. “They are sort of boarding up a place to put the youngster’s mother. They have no way of getting a casket or even a box for her.”
“It will be fixed all right,” said Beany. “The Captain does everything all right. He will fix it just as well as ever he can. I’d like to go over and see just what they are doing.”
“Better not; you might wake the baby, and we don’t want her to see her mother again.”
“Well, anyhow, one thing is settled. The pair is ours,” said Porky with a sigh.
“They are ours if we can have them,” said his brother.