“Why no,” said Mrs. Crump, “she didn't say, but I guess she will be along in the course of the afternoon.”
“If we only knew where she had gone,” said Jack, “we could tell better.”
“But as we don't know,” said his father, “we must wait patiently till she comes.”
“I guess,” said Mrs. Crump, in the spirit of a notable housewife, “I'll make up some apple-turnovers for supper to-night. There's nothing Ida likes so well.”
“That's where Ida is right,” said Jack, “apple-turnovers are splendid.”
“They're very unwholesome,” remarked Aunt Rachel.
“I shouldn't think so from the way you eat them, Aunt Rachel,” retorted Jack. “You ate four the last time we had them for supper.”
“I didn't think you'd begrudge me the little I eat,” said Rachel, dolefully. “I didn't think you took the trouble to keep account of what I ate.”
“Come, Rachel, this is unreasonable,” said her brother. “Nobody begrudges you what you eat, even if you choose to eat twice as much as you do. I dare say, Jack ate more of them than you did.”
“I ate six,” said Jack.