“That’s a funny kind of a kiss,” said Maisie.
“Well you two children can keep each other company till
dinner.” Aunt Emily rustled through the blue velvet curtains into the next room.
“We wont be able to go on calling you James.” After she had stopped the metronome, Maisie stood staring with serious brown eyes at her cousin. “There cant be two Jameses can there?”
“Mother calls me Jimmy.”
“Jimmy’s a kinder common name, but I guess it’ll have to do till we can think of a better one.... How many jacks can you pick up?”
“What are jacks?”
“Gracious dont you know what jackstones are? Wait till James comes back, wont he laugh!”
“I know Jack roses. Mother used to like them better’n any other kind.”
“American Beauties are the only roses I like,” announced Maisie flopping into a Morris chair. Jimmy stood on one leg kicking his heel with the toes of the other foot.