Brother blushed, but scorned
to desert his troop.
"He's awfully little, you know--he doesn't mean to steal," he
explained.
"Twenty-two months," Caroline added, "and he does go so fast." She
smiled doubtfully at the lady, who selected a cake covered with
chocolate and looked at the young man.
"Don't forget that Mr. Walbridge wants to use the car at six," she
said, "and you have to allow for that bad hill."
He looked a little uncomfortable. "Don't you want to speak to the
children, Tina, dear?" he asked, dropping his voice; he sat very
close to her.
"They have both spoken directly to you, you see, and children feel
that so--not being noticed. They're trying to apologize to you for
the cake."
She bit her lip and turned to Miss Honey, who arrived panting, with
the General firmly secured by the band of his overalls. An oozy
green paste dripped from his hand; one of the pink wings
intermittently concealed his injured expression.
"That's all right," she said, "don't bother about the cake, little
girl, the baby can have it."
Miss Honey sniffed.
"I guess you don't know much about babies if you think they can eat
cake like that," she answered informingly.
"Hush, now, General, don't begin to hold your breath? Do you want a
nice graham cracker! It's _so_ nice!"
"_So_ nice!" Caroline repeated mechanically, with a business-like
smile at the General, helpfully champing her teeth.
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