"Fer Gawd's sake, talk!" she cried, sharply. "Are youse dumbies?"
The morning dawned fresh and fair; the homely barnyard noises brought a smile to Miss Forsythe's sympathetic face, as she waited for Ardelia to join her in a drive to the station. But Ardelia did not smile.
At the station Miss Forsythe shook her limp little hand.
"Good-bye, dear. I'll bring the other little children back with me. You'll enjoy that. Good-bye."
"I'm comin', too," said Ardelia.
"Why—no, dear—you wait for us. You'd only turn around and come right back, you know."
"Come, back nothin'. I'm goin' home."
"Why—why, Ardelia! Don't you really like it?"
"Naw, it's too hot."