“That’s fine,” her father replied. “Cara’s a nice girl——”
“There’s a knock; I’ll answer,” Barbara interrupted, hurrying to the side door. “Oh, it’s Nicky and his sister Vicky,” she presently explained, for she could see the two Italian children through the glass door; Nickolas and Victoria.
“Don’t bother with them,” her father ordered irritably. “I wish those children would stop coming around here.”
“They’ve got some eggs to sell——”
“We don’t need any eggs——”
“Oh, Dads, the poor youngsters have only three eggs to sell and we’ve got to buy them from them,” insisted Barbara, opening her purse with its precious party money in it to give Nicky twenty cents in return for three eggs “just laid.”
“And how’s granny?” Barbara asked the black-eyed children.
“Fine,” said Nicky.
“She ain’t either, she’s sick,” declared Vicky.
“Well, run along,” ordered the smiling Barbara, “I’m going out——”