"No, I don't!"
"Well, I could, so now!" The boy drew himself up proudly.
"James Frederick ought to send something, Mother," reminded the care-taking Mary. "We don't want him left out."
"Oh, we mustn't leave out the baby!" agreed Captain Dillingham. "He and I will get together and talk the matter over. There are still several things needed."
"Oh, it will be splendid!" cried Mary, clapping her hands. "Do get a real big turkey, won't you, Uncle Frederick? And we'll trim it up with a necklace of cranberries the way they do in the market."
"Huh! There you go again," sniffed Tim. "All girls seem to think of is necklaces and bows of ribbon."
Mary smiled brightly.
"What's the harm in making it pretty if you can just as well?" asked she. "I do love pretty things. Why, I believe I could eat stewed whale if it was on a pretty dish."
"I couldn't; I'd hate whale," responded the stolid Timothy.
"Oh, I didn't mean I'd really eat whale, silly," explained Mary.