“Oo muttant–I ain’t said it, and oo pillin’ ve fowers.”
Dick set the mite on her feet with exaggerated courtesy. “Of course–to be sure. I beg your most humble pardon, Miss.”
Jilly drew in a long breath and began at the beginning again. She plunged a fat hand into the market basket and aimed two hollyhock tops in the general direction of Dick’s diaphragm, repeating impressively: “Wee-come, Unky Dick.” She took no notice of his profound bow, but looking up at Alice, who was leaning out the side of the seat watching with amused eyes, she showered another handful upon the wheels and horses hoofs impartially. “Wee-come, An-tee Alish,” she said solemnly, then, with a rapturous look of triumph, turned to the girls for approval.
She got it, with numerous hugs and kisses for interest.
226Dick surveyed the remainder of the reception committee critically.
“Chicken Little, I hate to mention it, but is there anything left on the ranch to eat? I have been a little nervous all the time we have been away, remembering the execution Katy and Gertie and Sherm were doing when we left and now—” He gazed sorrowfully at the girls’ plump cheeks. “I know they have gained ten pounds apiece. Be frank with me, Jane, is there anything left?”
“If there isn’t, Dick, you might commandeer one of Chicken Little & Co.’s pigs. They are fat enough to sustain you for a few hours,” replied Dr. Morton, glancing at the girls.
Katy and Jane also exchanged glances.
Dick was quite overcome when he caught sight of the triumphal arch and the flag.
“Support me, Chicken Little, this reception is so, ah, flattering it makes me faint with emotion. Young ladies, Dr. Morton,” he placed one hand over his heart and bowed low to each, “and esteemed—” he hesitated, not seeing anyone but Jilly to include in this last salutation, “esteemed fellows,” he bowed once more, including trees, bushes, and any other objects handy, with a courtly sweep of the arm, “it is with deepest gratitude I—”