Vada shook her wise little head.
“Momma don’t. Poppa does.”
“And when’s that?” he inquired, driving at his point deliberately.
“When momma says.”
Vada was fastening and unfastening the man’s dirty waistcoat with great interest.
“An’ when does your momma say it?” Sunny persisted.
“When poppa’s done the chores.”
“Ah!”
He felt himself on the wrong tack, and cast about for a fresh line of argument.
“Guess you kiddies like bed some,” he hazarded doubtfully.