“Chicken Little Jane, you didn’t go tell all that to Mrs. Gassett!” Ernest interrupted with the horrified surprise of one who is far removed from such childish blunders.
Chicken Little looked from Ernest to her father piteously.
“You didn’t say I wasn’t to tell, Papa.”
“No dear, I knew with six children in possession of a secret, it was no use trying to keep it. There is no harm done, Chicken Little. What did Mrs. Gassett say?”
“She just said ‘Humph’ real mad and she turned her old fat back and waddled off to the house. My, I’m glad I am not fat like her.”
“Didn’t say thank you for finding her silver, eh?” asked Dr. Morton.
“Catch Sister Gassett saying thank you,” put in Frank Morton. “They say she’s a worse old skinflint than her husband. I’ve been told the Gassett girls don’t get enough to eat let alone decent clothes.”
“Come Frank,” said his mother reprovingly. “You forget that the Gassetts are members of our church.”
“Didn’t I say Sister Gassett, Mother?” asked Frank with a twinkle in his eye.
Mrs. Morton was not blessed with a keen sense of humor and she reproved once more.