“I expect she is a busy little bee,” admitted Bobby.
“She helps milk the cows night and morning——”
“There!” interrupted the irrepressible Bobby. “That’s what I’ve always intended to ask Eve; but I forget it.”
“What’s that?” asked Jess.
“Why, when you have finished milking a cow, how do you turn the milk off?”
“Isn’t she the ridiculous girl?” chuckled Laura, as Bobby ran up the side street toward her own door. Then Mother Wit turned on her chum, with her brisk, bird-like way: “How’s the play going, Jess?”
“I’m—I’m afraid it’s finished,” said her chum, slowly.
“‘Afraid!’” repeated Laura, in amazement.
“Yes. As far as I can finish it.”
“But you’re not going to give it up in the middle?” cried Laura.