“Well, you can’t help that way, you little villain,” said Louise, appearing aproned in the doorway and making a dash for the dog. He had his paws on the table, and was most ill-manneredly trying to find out what was wrapped up in the paper with the lovely meaty smell. Louise rescued the package, and carried it out to the kitchen.
“Is everyone here?” asked Mrs. Bryan. “No, I miss Adelaide.”
“She’s just coming now,” said Helen from the living-room window. “I wonder if she’s remembered to bring her apron?”
“Oh,” cried Winona, “I never brought mine!”
“I’ll go get it,” said Florence. “You see, you need me already!”
She flew off, with the dog at her heels.
“Truly, I’m sorry, Mrs. Bryan,” apologized Winona again, “but she would have felt so badly if I hadn’t let her come!”
“You ought to sit on her more,” suggested Louise, popping her head out of the kitchen door again. “I do on mine.”
“Well, you have such a lot of brothers and sisters you have to,” said Winona, for Louise was the oldest of six.
“Bessie wanted to come,” said Louise, “but I put my foot down.”