"Yassum."
"Bettah come now, supper's puty 'nigh ready."
"I don' want no supper."
"You bettah come on, Bud, I reckon you mighty tired."
He did not reply, but just then a pair of thin arms were put around his neck and a soft cheek was placed close to his own.
"Come on, Buddie," whispered "Little Sister," "Mammy an' me know you didn't mean to do it, an' we don' keer."
Bud threw his arms around his little sister and held her tightly.
"It's only you an' ma I care about," he said, "though I am sorry I spoiled the company's drill; they say "B" would have won anyway on account of our bad firing, but I did want you and ma to be proud."
"We is proud," she whispered, "we's mos' prouder dan if you'd won," and pretty soon she led him by the hand out to supper.