She espied Harold first, coming toward the house with an armful of branches.
"Just the kind that you can make dandy, white whips with," he informed Edith as he neared the porch. Coming up the steps, he threw the whole bunch down at her feet.
"That will be enough, I guess. Where's cousin George? He promised to make them for me."
Edith stroked his curly head gently.
"Your cousin is taking a walk with your mother. Come sit with me awhile."
Harold eyed her with boyish frankness.
"I'd rather get cousin. You can't make those, you know. I'll find them pretty quick, all righty!"
Just as he turned to go, Edith espied George and Alma appearing to view.
"There they are, Harold!" she said brightly.
"Bully!" exclaimed Harold, and with eyes dancing with delight, he ran down the path to meet them.