but taffy candy filled wid nuts and chunks o' cake as
big as yer head." Whereupon Danny wailed dismally, and
had to be taken from his chair and have the "Little Boy
Blue" sung to him, before he could be induced to go on
with his supper.

The next morning when Jimmy brought the milk to Mrs.
Francis's back door the dark-eyed girl with the "smiley"
teeth let him in, and set a chair beside the kitchen
stove for him to warm his little blue hands. While she
was emptying the milk into the pitcher with the birds on
it, Mrs. Francis, with a wonderful pink kimono on, came
into the kitchen.

"Who is this boy, Camilla?" she asked, regarding Jimmy
with a critical gaze.

"This is Master James Watson, Mrs. Francis," answered
Camilla with her pleasant smile. "He brings the milk
every morning."

"Oh yes; of course, I remember now," said Mrs. Francis,
adjusting her glasses. "How old is the baby, James?"

"Danny is it?" said Jim. "He's four come March."

"Is he very sweet and cunning James, and do you love him
very much?"

"Oh, he's all right," Jim answered sheepishly.