Ernest and Chicken Little had been interested listeners to this conversation.
“Say, Father, let me and the boys explore. We could put on some old clothes—it would be loads of fun.”
“That might not be a bad idea. You couldn’t come to any harm other than a few scratches and splinters. I don’t believe you will find anything, but Alice will be satisfied at any rate.”
“Can’t I go, too?” demanded Chicken Little.
“Oh, dear no,” her mother replied, “it would be horribly dirty and cobwebby—no place for little ladies to climb round in.”
Jane looked disappointed.
“Why not let the child go, Mother? Put an old dress on her and tie up her hair. She’d enjoy the fun as much as the boys.”
“Oh, well, there is that old blue calico in the rag bag you could slip on, I suppose.”
“Goody, goody!” Chicken Little didn’t wait to hear the subject discussed further lest her mother should change her mind. She started off to don the dress immediately.
Ernest ran over to get Sherm and Carol.