"Well, we just frys 'em—make believe," said the big girl, who was smiling now. "But I can cook real, an' when we has any money at home, an' me ma buys real sausages, I boils 'em an' we eats 'em wit mustard on."
Sue thought the big girl talked in rather a queer way, but of course we cannot all talk alike. It would be a funny world if we did; wouldn't it?
"It must be nice to cook real sausages," said Sue. "I wish I could do it. But will all of you children come to my party to-morrow?" she asked.
"Are you goin' to have a party?" inquired the big girl.
"Yes," nodded Sue. "We're going to have a party at our Aunt Lu's house; aren't we, Bunny? We are, 'cause I'm going to ask her to have one, as soon as we get back," Sue whispered to her brother. "So you say 'yes.' We are going to have a party; aren't we, Bunny?" Sue spoke out loud this time.
"Yes," answered the little boy. "We're going to have one."
"A real party?" the big girl wanted to know.
Bunny looked at Sue. He was going to let her answer.
"Yes, it will be a real party," said Sue, "and we'll have all real things to eat. Will you come?"
"Will we come?" cried the big girl. "Well, I guess we will!"