"Paste."
Another peal of silly laughter echoed through the room.
"Lord, I thought it was mush and milk—I thought it was your supper!—don't you eat no supper?"
"Sometimes."
The editor looked up with a slight frown and said:
"Run along now, child, I've got to work. And tell your mother I'm obliged for the flowers."
"I'm not going back home——"
"Why not?"
"I'm scared out there. I've come in town to live with my aunt."
"Well, tell her when you see her."