"Well, what of it?" demanded Porky. "Didn't everybody? I'd like to know how they could help it!"
"I wasn't looking," said Beany. "Oh, gosh, they didn't have to do things like this."
"Who, the Huns?" asked his brother. "Why, it's all like this and a million times worse!"
"Well, I wish I was grown up," mourned Beany. "To think we can't do much of anything! I want to get even! I want to look some of those fellows in the face!"
"What's your idea? Want to tell him what you think?" Porky laughed unpleasantly, as he shifted the weight of the child. "What's worrying me now is what is going to be done with these poor little kids. Isn't the one you have a pretty little thing? Even all the dirt and hunger can't hide her looks. I suppose they will have to go into some asylum!"
"I don't see why," said Beany suddenly. "Do you remember Mom and Pop said they wished if we brought them anything from across, it would be something good and worth while? They didn't want German helmets and junk like that. What do you suppose they would say to a couple of dandy little kids like these?"
"For the love of the board of health!" said his brother solemnly. "It's a great thought, sonny, but do you suppose Mom wants to start in bringing up another lot of children! You know if she ever started, she would make a good job of it; you know how thorough she always is."
"Yes, she is thorough, all right!" grinned Mom's son. "Look at us!"
"She did the best she could with us, anyhow," retorted Mom's other son solemnly, "and I think, no, I know she would be tickled to death to do something as real and important as taking these two little chaps to bring up. And we could help support them if we had to, later."
"That's silly," said Porky. "You know Dad has made a lot of money. And he could afford to bring up six of them if he wanted to."