"What'll you be, Johnnie?" asked Clover, anxious to change the subject,
for Elsie's voice was growing plaintive.

But Johnnie had no clear ideas as to her future. She laughed a great
deal, and squeezed Dorry's arm very tight, but that was all. Dorry was
more explicit.

"I mean to have turkey every day," he declared, "and batter-puddings;
not boiled ones, you know, but little baked ones, with brown shiny
tops, and a great deal of pudding sauce to eat on them. And I shall be
so big then that nobody will say, 'Three helps is quite enough for a
little boy.'"

"Oh, Dorry, you pig!" cried Katy, while the others screamed with
laughter. Dorry was much affronted.

"I shall just go and tell Aunt Izzie what you called me," he said,
getting up in a great pet.

But Clover, who was a born peacemaker, caught hold of his arm, and her
coaxings and entreaties consoled him so much that he finally said he
would stay; especially as the others were quite grave now, and promised
that they wouldn't laugh any more.

"And now, Katy, it's your turn," said Cecy; "tell us what you're going
to be when you grow up."

"I'm not sure about what I'll be," replied Katy, from overhead;
"beautiful, of course, and good if I can, only not so good as you, Cecy,