“And real maple syrup—yum-yum!”
“Who said yum-yum,” called Aunt Phoebe’s voice. “Breakfast’s ready! Henry, will you get the big dictionary in my study and put it in Katherine’s chair for her to sit on. There isn’t any high chair in our house. Crow doesn’t need one.”
Off went Henry and Jimsi to do the errand between them. Mother and Aunt Phoebe and Katherine were waiting when the children brought the dictionary for Katherine to sit on.
“Nobody looked in the mail-box,” suggested Jimsi. “Somebody ought to.”
“Shall I go?” asked Mother.
“Shall I?” inquired Aunt Phoebe innocently.
“Me?” squealed Katherine joyously. “Me!”
“I’ll get the box,” volunteered Henry, the man of the household. “You wait.” And up he darted—off to The Happy Shop. He came panting back and put the box on the table.
“Who’s the letter for?” everybody asked at once.
Henry waved his hand majestically toward the baby. Everybody laughed. Katherine chuckled. She reached for the little cardboard box and extricated the tiny envelope. “Ou!” she squealed delightedly. “Mamma, read it.”