“You don’t either. Where’d you get any dresses or hats, Jane Morton?” retorted practical Katy.
“Feathers might be nice,” put in Gertie, who loved birds.
“Well, I shouldn’t want my clothes fastened on so I couldn’t get them off at night,” announced Katy decidedly. “And if you were a bird you couldn’t read books or play dolls.”
“Well,” Chicken Little replied unwilling to concede the point entirely, “snakes can slip their skins right off—my father said so—and I don’t see why birds couldn’t—anyway, I wish little girls didn’t have to learn to sew, so there!”
“I don’t mind sewing but I hate arithmetic,” said Gertie.
“Pshaw, ’rithmetic’s easy.”
“Bet you wouldn’t say so if you saw our problems for Monday!”
“Let’s see them.”
“Say, Jane, I’ll help you with your patchwork if you’ll help me with my arithmetic.”
“I don’t know whether Mother’d let me.”