"Like Larry Finn," snickered Terry.
Mrs. O'Brien pretended not to hear.
Rosie, with sober quiet face, pushed back her chair and began clearing the table.
"No, no, not today, Rosie," her mother insisted. "You're not going to start right off with dish-washing. You're company for one day at least, ain't she, Jamie? So take Terry and Jack out in front and tell them about the country. Jack wants to hear all about the pigs and cows, don't you, Jackie dear?"
"Not just now," Jack answered truthfully. "I got to go out and see a fellow. But thanks for that turtle, Rosie."
Rosie paused a moment in doubt until her father nodded encouragingly and Terry, putting an arm about her shoulder, drew her away.
"I sure am glad to see you home again," he said when they were alone.
Rosie looked up at him affectionately. "And I'm glad to be home, Terry. But I'm awful sorry about poor Jarge."
"Don't you worry about Jarge," Terry advised. "If Ellen did take him it would be the worst thing that ever happened him."
"I know, Terry, but I can't bear to have him so unhappy."