“What could we have, Frank?” Marian inquired, her brow puckered a little.
“Well, April Fool’s Day is next Wednesday–why not get up a frolic for that evening?”
“Just for the young folks?”
342“No, men, women, and children. Invite the families. Send out an invitation to the whole Creek. There will be a lot who can’t come. Cook up plenty of stuff and we can play tricks–they won’t need much entertaining. How would that suit you, Chicken Little?”
Jane had just strayed in to join the family group and was listening with interest.
“I think it would be bully.”
“Jane, where did you pick up such a coarse expression? Father, that’s just what I complain of. How am I to teach my daughter to be a gentle woman, when she is constantly hearing vulgar language?”
“Chicken Little is old enough to know better than to use such words, but she probably got that from Ernest or Sherm, if the truth were known.” Frank laughed.
Chicken Little looked injured.
“Why, bully isn’t a by-word–or strong language–and Ernest said it a lot. You never said anything to him about it’s being vulgar.”