Phil gazed at them delightedly. "And you call those little darlings something to eat, do you?"
"If you choose, yes."
"As if any one could choose to be such a cannibal! What precious little beauties they are! Oh, how pretty they look!"
"They are for you."
"Really! Oh, thank you, Graham. But you must ask Miss Schuyler."
"I did, and I am to build them a hutch. Until I do, there is an empty box in the barn where they can stay."
"And you can build—handle tools like a carpenter? How nice that must be!"
"Oh, that's nothing; all boys can do that."
Graham forgot that Phil was one boy who could not, but seeing the shade come over his friend's face made him repent his hasty speech.
"I beg your pardon," he said, in a low voice.