“You’re not blushing? I’ll leave it to mother,” said Jack, merrily.
“You mustn’t tease your sister, John.”
“All right,” said Jack, obediently, “if that’s the orders.”
“You’re real mean,” said Annie, with a charming little pout. “Suppose I was to tease you about Millie Price?”
“Pooh! What about her?”
“Oh, you think I don’t know anything about her. Ed told me lots about you and her.”
“Did he? Then I’ll murder him; see if I don’t,” cried the boy, shaking his fist, with mimic ferocity, in the air.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha!” laughed Annie, clapping her hands, gleefully.
“I’m going to bring her up to see you some Sunday,” said Jack.
“That will be real nice,” said Annie, with much interest. “Why not next Sunday. Bring her to dinner, and then we can all go to the Bronx together in the afternoon. Mother, make Jack promise to do that.”