“How many?—about two hundred?” asked Henry.
“Dear me! Of course not,” replied Flora, with a twist of the head that made that heap of pretty curls fly all over her rosy cheeks. “He has got two brothers, and two sisters, besides himself.”
“Is he his own brother?” laughed Henry.
“Of course he isn’t.”
“You said he had two brothers, and two sisters, besides himself.”
“Well, you city boys are so very proper!” said Flora, with a pout of her cherry lips. “I mean that his mother has two boys and two girls besides David.”
“O, then David is a girl,” cried Henry.
“How particular you are!” said Flora, with another pout. “Won’t you please to say it for me?”
“You mean that she has four children besides David.”
“That is just what I mean,” added Flora, who was pleased to have the matter settled. “She can’t take care of them all this winter, and something must be done to help her.”