“I hate for you to stretch my rubbers all out of shape.”
“Stretch ’em much! Your feet are bigger than mine.”
“That being the case I certainly won’t lend them to be dropped off in the mud.”
“Children! Children!” admonished Douglas, hurrying to breakfast. “What are you quarreling about?”
“Who shall be Cinderella!” drawled Nan. “And it seems a strange subject to dispute about on such a morning. For my part, I wish my feet were a quarter of a mile long and I could take three steps and land at the station.”
“It leaked in our room last night,” said Lucy.
“And ours!” chorused Helen and Douglas.
“Mine, too! But I ain’t a-keerin’,” from Bobby.
“My haid is done soaked up with leaks,” grinned Chloe.