Sandy’s face suddenly cleared. His whole being seemed to expand.
“Say, you’re a bright gal,” he declared. “Cereals an’ pap. That’s dead right. Say, you know more than––You’d give ’em milk to drink––now?” he suggested.
“Oh no, nothing like that. Water.”
The man looked disappointed.
“Water?” he said. “You sure of that? But I guess you’d give ’em banannys?”
Again the girl shook her head.
“Fruit gives ’em colic.”
“Ah, yes, that’s so. They’d need physic then, wouldn’t they?”
“You need to be easy with physic, too,” declared the girl, with sparkling eyes. “Don’t give ’em physic ever unless they’re real sick.”
The man’s crestfallen appearance set Birdie giggling. She was enjoying the situation. She meant to upset all Sandy’s preconceived ideas.