“Who’s a poor thing—Mrs. Adams?” asked Ruth, laughing gayly.
“Why, no,” said Tess, who was nothing if not tender-hearted. “The lobster.”
“Goodness!” exclaimed Agnes. “Do you s’pose it hurts a lobster to be boiled?”
“Why doesn’t it?” demanded Tess, promptly.
“’Cause it has a shell,” ventured Dot.
“Why—because they always do boil them,” said Agnes, rather at a loss for an answer to Tess’ question.
“Sometimes they broil them,” said the oldest sister, smiling.
“Well, they’re used to it, anyway,” declared Agnes, with conviction.
“I—I don’t believe anybody could get used to being boiled,” observed Tess, slowly. “Look at Sammy Pinkney.”
“Where?” demanded Agnes, jumping. “I hope that horrid child isn’t coming over so early. I hoped we’d get away without having him around.”