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MacCall was measuring molasses at the table, for a hot gingerbread-cake was going to grace the supper-table. "Scat, you cat, you!" exclaimed Uncle Rufus. "Dar's too many of you cats erbout disher house, an' dat's a fac'. Dar's more cats dan dar is mices to ketch ya-as'm!" "Oh, Uncle Rufus! you don't mean that, do you?" asked Tess, the literal. "Aren't there as many as five mice left?
You know you said yourself there were hundreds before Sandyface and her children came." "Glo-ree! I done s'peck dey got down to purty few numbers," agreed Uncle Rufus. "Hi! wot dat cat do now?" "Scat!" cried Mrs. MacCall. She had left the table for a moment, and Popocatepetl was upon it. "Petal!" shrieked Ruth, and darted for the pantry to seize her pet.
Miss Titus' breezy conversation vastly interested Dot, who often sat silently nursing her Alice-doll in the sewing room, ogling the seamstress wonderingly as her tongue ran on. "'N so, you see, he says to her," was a favorite phrase with Miss Titus. Mrs. MacCall said the seamstress' tongue was "hung in the middle and ran at both ends." But Dot's comment was even more to the point.
The Kenways knew by the way he spoke, that his expected experiences at school were uppermost in his thoughts all the time. Ruth had talked the matter over with Mrs. MacCall, although she had not seen Mr. Howbridge, and they had decided that the boy was a very welcome addition to the Corner House household, if he would stay.
MacCall and her odd sayings, even Aunt Sarah with her grim manner, seemed creatures and things of another world. For the white-haired boy had lived, since he could remember, an existence as far removed from this quiet home-life at the old Corner House, as could be imagined!
The third floor rooms were scarcely ever entered, save by Sandyface and her kittens in search of mice. The stranger boy who had come to the old Corner House so opportunely, proved himself of inestimable value in the work in hand. Uncle Rufus was saved many a groan by that lively youth, and Mrs. MacCall and the girls pronounced him a valuable assistant.
MacCall, quite unexpectedly, into the back parlor, or sitting-room, which the family used a good deal nowadays. The lady had been out for an airing in the doctor's two-seated sleigh and she brought in with her a cunning little Pomeranian dog of which she was very fond. It was a pretty, harmless little beast and the Corner House girls thought Tootsie awfully cunning.
"He sha'n't!" declared the older girl, starting off at once for the Old Ridge Road. They had said nothing to Mrs. MacCall about the coming of Mr. Sorber not even to tell the good housekeeper of the Old Corner House that she would have company at supper. But Mrs. MacCall found that out herself. Finding Tess and Dot remarkably quiet in the garden, and for a much longer time than usual, Mrs.
The older girls were convulsed with laughter at this tale, but Ruth repeated: "We might as well go and see him. If he is very savage " "Oh, he isn't!" cried Tess and Dot together. "He's just as tame!" The four sisters started for the yard, but in the big kitchen Mrs. MacCall stopped them. Mrs.
But Dot's sisters had showered upon her every imaginable comfort and convenience for the use of a growing family of dolls, as well as particular presents to the Alice-doll herself. "What's the matter, child?" asked Mrs. MacCall, seeing the expression on Dot's face as she sat among her possessions. "Don't they suit?" "Mrs. MacCall," declared Dot, gravely, "I think I shall faint.
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