This amicable agreement being sealed with a kiss, and peace thoroughly restored, Bessie left the two little ones to their "mixes," and went back to the others, whom she entertained with an account of Frankie's complete defeat and submission. They rather rejoiced at it, for the way in which Frankie usually lorded it over the submissive Daisy did not at all agree with their ideas of propriety.
"But do you think Frankie really means to give the white mice to Daisy?" asked Nellie.
"Why, yes," answered Bessie, "he promised, you know."
"But," said Nellie, doubtfully, "I do not think mamma would like Daisy to have them."
"Oh! she needn't mind," said Maggie. "Our mamma did say she was sorry Willie Richards had sent three pair; and Frankie has not really cared for his since the first day. They're too quiet for him. Daisy might just as well have them."
"But I don't know if mamma would care to have them in the house," said Nellie. "She is so afraid of mice."
"What, a grown-up lady afraid of white mice!" said Lily.
"Well, she's afraid of real mice," said Nellie, "and I'm not sure she wouldn't be of white ones."
"Pooh! I don't believe she would be," said Carrie. "I wish we could have them."
"I shouldn't think your mother would mind white mice," said Belle: "you can ask her."