“You said it was her friend,” corrected Joel.
“Well, and so it was,” said Polly merrily. “I’m sure a cousin is a very nice friend, indeed.”
“I wish I had a cousin,” said Joel; “I’ve never had one. Why don’t we have some, Polly?”
“Some what?” asked Polly absently, with her mind on the story, wondering how she should end it.
“Some cousins,” said Joel, twitching her gown. “Why don’t we ever have any; say, Polly?”
“Oh, some folks don’t have any,” said Polly, stifling a sigh as she thought how very nice it would be to have a houseful of cousins to go and see.
“I s’pose poor folks don’t have any,” said Joel reflectively.
“Um—maybe,” said Polly, her chin in her hands, and only half hearing what he said.
“Well, do go on,” begged Joel in alarm lest he should never get the end of that story, and jogging her elbow; “what next, Polly?”