“It’s Miss Bates!” exclaimed Barbara, in a low tone. “Run and take her into the library, Gassy.”
But it was too late.
“Oh, here you are!” said Miss Bates, appearing in the doorway. “I came right in because I thought you were probably not dressed to answer the bell. Barbara, I brought in some more plums because I know David ought to eat ’em to build him up.”
“I am so sorry,” said Barbara. “But father says they are still too much for him.”
“Your father don’t know, Barbara; no, he don’t. Men never know about such things. Now there ain’t much sugar in ’em—”
“Never mind!” interposed the Kid, courageously. “Never mind, Miss Bates, I’ll eat ’em. Jack says”—
“Hey?” ejaculated the spinster.
“Charles,” warned Barbara, “you—”
“Jack says to let you give ’em and we’ll eat ’em,” continued the Kid, determined to finish his sentence.