In the coarse nightdress Peggy had made for her, Jinnie sat down beside Milly Ann. The yellow mother purred in 118 delight. She’d brought them five new babies, and no idea entered her mother heart that she would have to part with even one.
Out came the kittens into the girl’s lap, and one by one they were tenderly lifted to be kissed. Both Peggy and the kisser were silent while this loving operation was in process. Then Jinnie, still sitting, looked from Milly Ann to Peggy.
“I guess she’s awful fond of her children, don’t you, Peg?”
Peggy didn’t answer.
“You see it’s like this, Peg––”
“Didn’t I tell you not to Peggy me?”
“Then it’s like this, darling,” drawled Jinnie, trying to be obedient.
“An’ you needn’t darlin’ me nuther,” snapped Peggy.
Jinnie thought a minute.
“Then it’s like this, honey bunch,” she smiled again.