“Do you suppose Frank brought it?”
“No,” replied Chicken Little between mouthfuls, “I s’pose Alice.”
Chicken Little was seated on the end of the kitchen table swinging her legs and watching Alice make pies.
“Look out—you’ll get your stockings black off the stove,” warned Alice lifting a pie from the oven.
“I wisht I didn’t always have to wear white stockings—they’re such a nuisance.”