So the question was settled, and five minutes later three very eager little girls were bending lovingly over a family of soft, wriggling baby rabbits.
“They’re the cunningest things I ever saw,” declared Daisy, pressing one downy mite to her cheek. “I do wish Molly and Maud could see them.”
“Who are Molly and Maud?” inquired her new friend, with interest.
Daisy started and flushed. In the interest of the moment she had quite forgotten the rôle of Margaret Smith.
“They are our two sisters,” she explained, with an apologetic glance at Dulcie. “We all love rabbits, but Grandma will never let us have any pets.”
“You must bring them to see my rabbits,” her hostess said politely. “I’ve got so many, I’d like to give you some, if your grandma would let you have them.”
“You are very kind,” said Dulcie, “but I’m afraid we couldn’t take them. You see, we don’t expect to live at home any longer.”
The brown eyes opened very wide, and their new acquaintance inquired in a tone of the utmost astonishment:
“Where are you going to live, then?”
“We don’t know,” said Dulcie; “that’s what we wanted to speak to your mother about. We are looking for a situation.”