“Now cover him up with those blankets,” said Titus, “and come in and have some dinner.”
“Me, sah,” exclaimed Brick; “me, sah?”
“Yes, you—Charlie, will you stay?”
“O, yes,” replied his friend, sarcastically, “I look so pretty.”
“Get off with you, then,” said Titus, playfully giving him a push, “and come some other day. Much obliged for your help.”
Charlie ran whistling out the back door of the stable, and Dallas, Titus, and Brick walked toward the house.
“Mind you,” said Titus to Brick, “not one word to the girls or Mrs. Blodgett. Eat what is set before you and ask no questions.”
Titus began to yawn and stutter when they got to the house. His excitement was over.
“B-b-blodgieblossom,” he said, seeking her in the little sitting room off the storeroom, where she usually sat to be within easy reach of the kitchen, “I’ve got a new black pigeon—I want some dinner for it.”
“All right, my boy,” said the woman, affectionately, and she waddled out into the hall.