"But if grandma's got a dog and a cat, maybe the parrot wouldn't like 'em," put in Russ.
"Have you a dog and a cat, grandma?" asked Rose, as Mr. Mead drove off in his auto with the parrot.
"Yes, I have, my dear."
"Oh, where are they?"
"Zip, my dog, is out in the barn, I imagine. He generally goes out there when Tom is working around."
"Who's Tom?" asked Laddie. "Is he the cat?"
"No, Tom is the hired man. Thomas Hardy is his name."
"And where's the cat?" asked Vi, looking around the front yard, as if she might see the pussy under some flower bush.
"Oh, Muffin is in the house, I presume," said Grandma Bell. "And that's where we'd better go. I guess you're all hungry after your trip, aren't you? My, but I'm glad to see you—every one!" and she smiled at the six little Bunkers through her glasses.
"And I guess they're glad, to be here—I know we are," said Mrs. Bunker. "They've talked of nothing but Grandma Bell's ever since we got your letter inviting us to come here."