"He's awfully little, you know—he doesn't mean to steal," he explained.
"Twenty-two months," Caroline added, "and he does go so fast." She smiled doubtfully at the lady, who selected a cake covered with chocolate and looked at the young man.
"Don't forget that Mr. Walbridge wants to use the car at six," she said, "and you have to allow for that bad hill."
He looked a little uncomfortable. "Don't you want to speak to the children, Tina, dear?" he asked, dropping his voice; he sat very close to her.
"They have both spoken directly to you, you see, and children feel that so—not being noticed. They're trying to apologize to you for the cake."
She bit her lip and turned to Miss Honey, who arrived panting, with the General firmly secured by the band of his overalls. An oozy green paste dripped from his hand; one of the pink wings intermittently concealed his injured expression.
"That's all right," she said, "don't bother about the cake, little girl, the baby can have it."
Miss Honey sniffed.
"I guess you don't know much about babies if you think they can eat cake like that," she answered informingly.
"Hush, now, General, don't begin to hold your breath? Do you want a nice graham cracker! It's so nice!"