"Patsey, where's your gum?" she asked. "Git it for me
this minute," and Patsey went to the "fallen leaf" of
the table and found it on the inside where he had put it
for safe keeping.

"Now you give that to Bugsey," she said, "and that'll
make it kind o' even though it does look as if you wuz
gettin' off pretty light."

Pearlie struggled with her hair to make it lie down and
"act dacint," but the image that looked back at her from
the cracked glass was not encouraging, even after making
allowance for the crack, but she comforted herself by
saying, "Sure it's Danny she wants to see, and she won't
be lookin' much at me anyway."

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