"I's growing so big now, mamma," said she, coaxingly, "don't you spect
I must have some tea?"
Grandmother pleaded for the youngest, too. "Let me give her some just
this once, Maria."
"Well, _white_ tea, then," returned Mrs. Clifford, smiling; "and will
Flyaway remember not to ask for it again? Mamma thinks little girls
should drink milk."
"Yes'm, I won't never. She gives it to me _this_ night, 'cause I's her
little _grand-girl_. Mayn't Hollis have it too, 'cause he's her little
grand-_boy_?"
"Cunning as ever, you see," whispered the admiring Horace to cousin
Susy, who replied, rather indifferently,--
"No cunninger than our Prudy used to be."
Flyaway made quick work of drinking her white tea, and when she came
to the last few drops she swung her cup round and round, saying,--
"Didn't you know, Hollis, that's the way gampa does, when _he_ gets
most froo, to make it sweet?"
No, Horace had not noticed; it was "Fly, with her little eye," who saw
everything, and made remarks about it.
"O, O," cried Grace, dropping her knife and fork, and patting her
hands softly under the table, "isn't it so nice to be at Willowbrook
again, taking supper together? Doesn't it remind you of pleasant
things, Susy, to eat grandma's cream toast?"
"Reminds me," said Susy, after reflecting, "of jumping on the hay.
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