"Oh, jest makin' fun at us, 'cause we ain't got nothin' to play real party with, I s'pose," grumbled the big girl. "Go on away!" she ordered.
Then Sue had an idea. I have told you of some of the ideas Bunny Brown had, but this time it was Sue's turn. She was going to do a queer thing.
"If you please," she said in her most polite voice to the big ragged girl, "we only stopped to look at your play-party, to see how you did it."
"'Cause we have 'em like that ourselves," added Bunny.
"And they're lots of fun," went on Sue. "We play just like you do, with empty plates, and tin dishes and all that. Do you ever have cherry pie at your play parties?"
The big girl was not scowling now. She had a kinder look on her face. After all she had found that the "swells," as she called Bunny and Sue, were just like herself.
"No, we never have cherry pie," she said, "it costs too much, even at make-believe parties. But we has frankfurters and rolls."
"Oh, how nice!" Sue said. "We never have them; do we Bunny?"
"Nope."
"But we will, next time we have a play-party," Sue went on. "I think they must be lovely. How do you cook 'em?"