“Wasn’t crying,” stiffened Gassy, with a sob.
“I mean I don’t like to have you tucked away in here, when I need you outside. I want your help, little girl.”
“What for?” demanded Gassy, suspiciously.
“Oh, just to have you about, to talk to,” said Barbara. “Come on out with me, and help me plan the lunch.”
“Lunch? Are we goin’ to have a picnic?” asked Gassy, seating herself with her proud little face turned toward the window.
“No; but we’re going to have dinner at night while mother’s away. And Cecilia, how would you like to turn vegetarian?”
“Just eat vegetables?”
“Yes; it’s much more hygienic.”
“No meat at all?”
“No; we eat altogether too much flesh.”