I told Ethel she must just devote herself to their entertainment all the time they're here.

She's laid in a lot of playthings for them, and they must just consider that the house is their own, and they can do whatever they like from attic to cellar! How many?
Four?
That's what I thought.

I don't know their names, but I'll learn them later.

Here, jump up, Peter, Susan, Mehitabel,--or whatever your names are,--and let me see how you look!" As jovial Mr.Bryant had been talking, he had lifted the children from the car.

He paid little attention to them individually, seeming to think they were mere infants.
Mrs.Bryant was chatting away at the same time.