"Have a cup of tea, aunt?" said Mrs. Snow.
"I will."
"Lie down and rest a little," suggested Polly.
"I won't."
"Can we do anything for you?" said both.
"Take my things away, and have dinner early."
Both departed to perform these behests, and, leaning back in her chair, Aunt Kipp reposed.
"I say, what's a bore?" asked Toady from the rug, where he sat rocking meditatively to and fro, holding on by his shoe-strings.
"It's a kind of a pig, very fierce, and folks are afraid of 'em," said
Aunt Kipp, whose knowledge of Natural History was limited.
"Good for Polly! so you are!" sung out the boy, with the hearty child's laugh so pleasant to most ears.