“It just suits me!” said Eleanor.
“How about you, Mother?” asked the father.
“It will charm me to accept the invitation,” smiled the mother.
“Don’t you girls oversleep!” warned Billy.
“Oh, Billy, we’re not the sleepy-heads!” laughed Mary Frances, shaking her finger at Billy.
[CHAPTER XXXIV]
Feather Flop Makes Up
“UNLESS you speak to me, Feather Flop,” said Mary Frances, when she took his breakfast to the coop next morning, “unless you speak to me, I am not coming out again! I’m going to get Billy to bring you your food,” and she turned away.
Feather Flop stuck his head between the slats of the coop, and a tear rolled out of each eye.