"They will not get ve-ry wet," said mam-ma, "for the cloud is near-ly passed by, and the sun shines once more."
"Are we not near home?" she said to pa-pa, "it is get-ting late, I think. There goes a girl with her pail to drive the cows to the yard to be milked. Kate must have her sup-per when we get back, and her bed-time is sev-en o'clock, you know."
"It is on-ly five now," said pa-pa; "we can have a good hour more, and Kate won't mind, I fan-cy, if she is a lit-tle late for once."
"No, in-deed," said Kate; "I think a-ny way I am get-ting much too big to go to bed at sev-en."
"There is a lit-tle girl," said mam-ma, as she looked in at the door of a house that they were pass-ing, "that thinks bed-time is not far off."
"She's on-ly a ba-by," said Kate with great in-dig-na-tion, "and I am quite a large lit-tle wo-man."
Pa-pa and mam-ma both laughed at Kate's tone. She did not like to be laughed at at all, and so, to change the sub-ject, as they went by a house, called out, "Why, what are that boy and girl do-ing at that hogs-head?"
"Fish-ing," said pa-pa so-ber-ly.