"Yes, all ready. I'll put it on. You sit in Father's place, and we'll play we're grown up."
"Scrumptious!" exclaimed Billy, as Mary Frances set the smoking dish of potatoes on the table.
"What an excellent cook you must have, Madam," he said, after his first taste. "Such good potatoes!"
"I have ten," said Mary Frances.
"Ten! You are fortunate, indeed, Madam," said Billy, for all the world as though he were a grown-up young gentleman. "How quiet they keep."
"Yes," laughed Mary Frances, "but they're 'most always busy," and she held up her ten pink little fingers.
"Oh, Billy," she added earnestly, "I'm so glad you like them—the potatoes, I mean. There is only one left—won't you have that?"