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"There will be eight-year-old Ronald MacDonald to climb and ride and sail with our Billy; and there will be little Penelope who is named for me, and will be Francie's playmate; and the new little boy baby " "Proba'ly Aunt Francie's new boy baby will grow up and marry our girl one," suggested Billy.
It said how grandpa was just all upset to think he'd accepted an umberella from him when Noble didn't have another one for himself like that, and grandpa was so embarrassed to think he'd let Noble do so much for him, and everything, he just didn't know what to do, and proba'ly it would be tactful if he wouldn't come to the house till grandpa got over being embarrassed and everything.
"Now, you take my own father and mother: What do they know? Well, mighty little. They may have had to learn a little teeny bit about insecks when they were in school, but whatever little it was they went and forgot it proba'ly long before they were married. Well, that's no way.
"I don't know who they were saying it about," said Florence, "but they were saying it. I don't mean they were saying it together; I heard one say it one time and the other say it some other time. I think Kitty Silver was saying it about some coloured man. She proba'ly wouldn't want to marry any white man; at least I don't expect she would.
Florence's expression denoted a mental condition slightly disturbed. "No," she said. "It's goin' to be printed in The North End Daily Oriole." "What?" "My poem. It's about a vast amen anyhow, that's proba'ly the best thing in it, I guess and they're goin' to have it out to-morrow, or else they'll have to settle with me; that's one thing certain!
You know perfeckly well it's the way most the fam'ly do when they give each other somep'n pretty expensive, Christmas or birthdays, and I thought proba'ly you'd " "No. I shouldn't be surprised, Florence, if nobody ever got to know how much Gamin cost." "Well " Florence said, and decided to approach her purpose on a new tack. "Who was it trained him?"
And he said Noble didn't hand him the umberella; he stuck it all down over him like he was somep'n on fire he wanted to put out; and before he could get out of it and throw it away this ole fat man that it belonged to and was chasin' Noble, he ran up to grandpa from behind and took hold of him, or somep'n, and they slipped, and got to fussin' against each other; and then after a while they got up and grandpa saw it was somebody he knew and told him for Heaven's sake why didn't he take his ole umberella and go on home; and so he did, because it was raining, and I guess he proba'ly had to give up; he couldn't out-talk grandpa."
All in the world she knows is how to sit on the front porch and say: 'Oh you don't mean that! to somebody like Newland Sanders or that ole widower!" "When?" Noble asked impulsively. "When did she say that?" "Oh, I d' know," said Herbert. "I expect she proba'ly says it to somebody or other about every evening there is." "She does?" "Florence says so," Herbert informed him carelessly.
"Henry said another boy told him, but he said you could ask anybody and they'd tell you it was true. Henry said this boy that told him's uncle died of it when he was eleven years old, and this boy knew a grown woman that was pretty sick from it right now. I expect Henry wasn't telling such a falsehood about it, mamma, but proba'ly this boy did, because I didn't believe it for a minute!
"You'll proba'ly find out some day when you aren't expectin' to!" Undeniably, Florence was somewhat impressed: she replaced the magnifying-glass upon the table and picked up the notebook. "You lay that down, too," said Herbert instantly. "Oh, maybe it's somep'n you're 'shamed to "
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