"
Then the question arose, and for a while looked serious
--What was Danny to wear on his head? Danny had no cap,
nor ever had one. There was one little red toque in the
house that Patsey wore, but by an unfortunate accident,
it had that very morning fallen into the milk pail and
was now drying on the oven door. For a while it seemed
as if the visit would have to be postponed until it dried,
when Mary had an inspiration.
"Wrap yer cloud around his head and say you wuz feart of
the earache, the day is so cold."
This was done and a blanket off one of the beds was
pressed into service as an outer wrap for Danny. He was
in such very bad humour at being wrapped up so tight that
Pearlie had to set him down on the bed again to get a
fresh grip on him.
"It's just as well I have no mitts," she said as she
lifted her heavy burden. "I couldn't howld him at all if
I was bothered with mitts. Open the dure, Patsey, and
mind you shut it tight again. Keep up the fire, Mary.
Bugsey, lie still and chew your gum, and don't fight any
of yez."
When Pearlie and her heavy burden arrived at Mrs. Francis's
back door they were admitted by the dark-haired Camilla,
who set a rocking-chair beside the kitchen stove for
Pearlie to sit in while she unrolled Danny, and when
Danny in his rather remarkable costume stood up on
Pearlie's knee, Camilla laughed so good humouredly that
Danny felt the necessity of showing her all his
accomplishments and so made the face that Patsey had
taught him by drawing down his eyes, and putting his
fingers in his mouth.
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