“I know, Dads,” Barbara replied quickly. “But I’ve been—so busy.” She was very meek now.
Dora’s faded eyes were alive enough to flash her a significant challenge at that, but Babs pretended not to have seen.
“Oh, I know you have been busy,” her father agreed. “But you see, Babs dear, we should be represented. So I got up there in the attic myself this morning, and I found something,” he proclaimed proudly.
“You did, Daddy? What?”
“You shan’t know until you have finished your lunch. You ought to eat that nice fresh egg,” he reminded the girl who had pushed the egg aside.
“I don’t think it is fresh, that is not very fresh,” Babs stated. “But I don’t care for eggs anyhow,” she added.
“Not fresh?” Dora was on hand now, “Why they’ve just came,” she declared, as if her kitchen pride had been greatly insulted.
“Don’t we get any more from Babs’ little Michael Angelo?” the doctor asked playfully, meaning Nicky, of course.
“No,” Babs answered. “Nicky’s folks have moved away,” she felt constrained to add.
And that brought on a discussion into which Dora forced her opinions. Dr. Hale was not very much interested, but he tolerated the others as they hit back and forth in their retorting remarks, for Dora could not be expected to speak pleasantly of the “Eytalians.”