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. Danny thought she liked it very
much, for she went hurriedly into the pantry and brought
back a cookie for him.

The savoury smell of fried salmon, for it was near lunch
time, increased Danny's interest in his surroundings,
and his eyes were big with wonder when Mrs. Francis
herself came in.