“What?” gasped Agnes, and clapped a hand over her own mouth to keep from laughing.
“How do they grow, dear?” returned Ruth, rather taken aback herself.
“Goodness gracious, child!” exclaimed Tess. “They don’t grow on bushes like pea-pods.”
“Oh, no, of course not!” ejaculated Dot, who did not like to be considered ignorant. “A frankfurter flies, doesn’t it?”
“Mercy!” murmured Ruth. “Hear her!”
“Oh! I mean it crawls—it creeps. Of course,” Dot hurried to add.
Agnes exploded here. She could not keep in any longer.
“Well, I think you’re real mean!” complained Dot. “You won’t tell me. I guess it’s a fish, then. Does it swim?”
“Goodness!” cried Tess.
“Then they come in bunches like bananas!” declared the frantic Dot.