"Seems to be something wrong," Bert went on. "Mother is there and so is
Sam."

"Let's go see what it is," suggested Nan, as Dinah came to the door,
calling:

"Am mah honey lambs safe an' sound?"

"Yes, Dinah!" said Freddie. "And I'm hungry, too!"

"Ah spects yo' is, honey! Ah spects yo' is!" laughed the jolly, fat
cook. "Come right in yeah an' hab some cake!"

"I'm going to ride on a lion, I am!" stated Flossie.

"Good lan', chile! A lion!" exclaimed Dinah, raising her hands in
surprise.

"Yep! A lion!"

"Oh, mah honey lamb! Don't yo' do no sich a thing!" cried Dinah. "A lion
done eat yo' laigs off!"

"'Tisn't a real lion. I mean a wooden lion on a merry-go-round like we
saw to-day," Flossie explained.

"Oh, a wooden lion!" and Dinah laughed. "Well, come in yeah, honey
lambs, an' I'll feed yo'. Ah'll make beliebe yo' all is hungry lions,
an' Ah'll feed yo'!"