But Tavia was either too disgusted, or too surprised, to “jump up.” Instead she sat there, fixing a frozen look at the unfortunate Daddy.
“My milk!” screamed Mrs. Blair. “A whole can full!”
“Was it ordered?” Bob asked, who by this time had gotten Tavia from under the shower.
“No,” she said hesitatingly, “but someone would have took it for Christmas bakin’.”
“Then let us have it,” offered Bob, generously. “If I had kept my seat perhaps it would not have happened.”
“Nonsense,” objected Tavia, “it was entirely Daddy’s fault.”
But Daddy did not hear—he was busy trying to save the dregs in the milk can.
“What’s it worth?” persisted Bob.
“Two dollars,” replied Mrs. Blair, promptly.
Bob put his hand in his pocket and took out two bills. He handed them to the woman.