“Just to peep at you, Timmy!”
“I thought you were. It was so delicious even to dream it. I didn’t dare ask Cassie, for fear it was only a dream. Cassie’s been an angel, Molly!”
“She always was, Tim. You and I were the demon liars.”
“‘Demon liars!’ Oh, do you remember the whipping we got for yelling that at each other?”
“Do you remember that we agreed that ‘yellow cats’ would mean all the very worst and naughtiest things that ever were, and the grown-ups would never know what it meant?”
He submitted childishly to her ministrations. She washed his face, brushed his hair, settled herself beside him with the steaming bowl.
“Come now, Timmy, Christmas breakfast!”
“Do you remember crying for mother, that first Christmas in this house?”
“Ah, my dear! Fancy what she must have felt, to leave us!”
“I’ve thought of that so often, since the boys have grown big enough to love us, and want to be with us!”