“We-ell, the Belgians are all right, I guess. They live over there in Europe.”
“I guess that rabbit never came from Bel-Belgia, or whatever that place is called,” said Tess.
“And we don’t even know his name,” went on Dot. “We came away so soon after Christmas, and it snowed in between, that I didn’t see that rabbit at all. But Uncle Rufus said it had a good appetite.”
“I’m hungry myself,” announced Tess, rather despondently. “If I tell Ruth she’ll only give me some funny fruit and tell me to eat it and be thankful.”
“M-mm. I know,” rejoined Dot, appreciating this. “But how can you be thankful for something you don’t want? Now, if I had a piece of bread and butter——”
“Oh! And with honey on it!”
“No. Apricot jam. I like that better.”
“Of all the stingy children!” exclaimed Tess, in a strangely quarrelsome mood for her. “When I want honey!”
“Can’t you have honey if you want to? And me have apricot jam? It’s only in our minds, anyway,” mourned Dot, hugging up the Alice-doll. “Say, Tess, let’s do something.”
“What is there to do in this place?” repeated her sister despondently.