"I'll ask the doctor what should be done with a very troublesome little sister," he answered, smiling at her.
"You might get rid of her by sending her off to boarding-school," Henrietta remarked. "Not that she wants to go."
"No boarding-school for you yet, young lady. There are one hundred reasons why, and the first is—is so important that the ninety-nine others don't matter."
Fox had caught himself just in time. He had intended to say that he didn't have the money. Well, he hadn't; but he didn't mean to tell Sally so.
"I suppose that first reason," said Henrietta, "is that you can't spare me."
"Wrong. That is the second. And the third is that you are too young. Never mind the others. We are going out to play now, Henrietta." Sally darted into the house. "Where are you going, Sally?"
"After Charlie," she called softly. "I'll be right back. And let's be sauruses!"
"Sauruses it is," Fox returned. "I say, Henrietta, can you climb trees as well as Sally?"
"Well, not quite"—hesitating—"but I'm learning."
"You live in a cave with Charlie," he said decidedly.