She was able to advise them after a minute. But Amy insisted upon opening one of the windows and so getting more of the smoke out of the long room.
“You boys don’t even know how to make a fire in a fire-pot without creating a disturbance,” she said.
Nell came up from the kitchen where she had been consulting the cook about the meals, and Sally came tagging after her; of course, with a cookie in one hand and a rag doll in the other. 167
“This Sally is nothing but a yawning cavity walking on hollow stilts,” declared Nell, who “fussed” good-naturedly, just as her father did. “She is constantly begging from the cook between meals, and her eyes are the biggest things about her when she comes to the table.”
“Ain’t,” said Sally, shaking her curls in denial.
“Ain’t what?” asked Jessie.
“Ain’t—ain’t if you please,” declared the little girl, revealing the fact that her sister had tried to train her in politeness.
When the girls stopped laughing—and Sally had finished the cookie—Nell added:
“Aunt Freda came last night to dinner and we had strawberry fool. Cook makes a delicious one. And Sally could eat her weight of that delicacy. When I came to serve the dessert Sally was watching me with her eagle eye and her mouth watering. I spooned out an ordinary dishful, and Sally whispered:
“‘Oh, sister! is that all I get?’