Airy was for returning to the parlor. She liked pomp and ceremony. “No, no,” said Bethany, when the Tingsby girl remarked in a stilted voice, “The parlor is more agreeable.”
“No, no,” the child went on, “here in the study with Daddy Grandpa and Sukey. It is more cozy.”
They all seated themselves about the fire, and Mrs. Steele began the guessing game.
Princess Sukey, in her basket, lifted her hooded head and with a wise look surveyed her circle of friends. Her greenish-yellow eyes rested longest on the beloved white head. There was the leader of the family and her chief friend, and his benevolent eyes, taking in the happy faces of the group about him, did not forget to rest occasionally on the little creature who loved him, though she was only a bird.
The End.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
- P. [215], changed “Let him out,” ordered Dallas, “let him out; my back’s ’most broken.” to “Let him out,” ordered Titus, “let him out; my back’s ’most broken.”
- Silently corrected obvious typographical errors and variations in spelling.
- Retained archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as printed.