"Oh no; she was so glad the bird had come back, that she jumped out of bed, and got quite well that very minute."
"That very minute, Tom," I said; "she couldn't get well all in a minute."
"Oh, but she just did; and if you don't believe it, you needn't. Pierson knowed her. I think it's a very nice story, not frightening at all."
"Yes, it's very nice," I said. "Thank you, Tom. Now, Racey, it's your turn."
CHAPTER VII.
TOAST FOR TEA.
"Did you hear the children say.
Life is rather out of tune?"
"Mine's very stupid," said Racey.