“I say, Comfort.”
“Well chile, what now?”
“I’m real, real sorry for that little neffy of yours you’ve been tellin’ me about. And, Comfort, when he comes I’ll be as good to him as I can. I was thinkin’ I would knit a pair of gray, woollen stockings to have ready for him, shall I? How big is he?”
"’Bout your size," replied Comfort. “The notion of them stockings is quite nice. I’m much obleeged to yer, Nelly.”
Nelly looked delighted, and started to go up-stairs once more. In about a minute and a half, her face was peering into the kitchen again.
“Comfort, I guess I’ll knit a red binding at the top of the stockings, to look handsome, shall I?”
“Why, yes,” said Comfort, mightily pleased; “that will make ’em smart, won’t it?”
“A red yarn binding,” continued the little girl, “knit on after the stocking is toed off,—a binding full of little scallops and such like!”
“Laws, chile,” said Comfort, benignantly, “I sorter think yer might stop short of them scallops. Neffy won’t be anxious about scallops, I reckon, seein’ as how he has only wored nater’s stockings so far, with no petik’lar bindin’ at all, that I knows on. Come, now, mind yerself and run up-stairs. I can’t be wastin’ all my time, a-waitin’.”