“The rabbits? We’ll see about them. Aunt——”
“I hate Aunt Dunes!”
“You really must not call her that; if she hears you she will be very angry. And consider, she has been taking a great deal of trouble about us.”
“I don’t care.”
“My dear, she is dear papa’s sister.”
“Why didn’t papa get a nicer sister—like you?”
“Because he had to take what God gave him.”
The boy pouted, and began to kick his heels against the chair-legs once more.
“Jamie, we must leave this house to-day. Aunt is coming to take us both away.”
“I won’t go.”