May I rummage ?" "Sure," assented Billy, dazedly moving aside so that she might reach the corner where three boxes were nailed by their bottoms to the wall, curtained with gayly flowered calico and used for a cupboard.

"The Pilgrim," he began for the third time to explain, "went after grub and is taking his time about getting back.

He'd oughta been here day before yesterday.

We might eat his dawg," he suggested, gathering spirit now that her back was toward him.
Her face appeared at one side of the calico curtain.

"I know something better than eating the dog," she announced triumphantly.