It is now a component and
delightful part of life."
"Gee, it's a pity mother isn't here," said Malcolm. "I bet she knows more
about it than Mr. Dovesky."
"I bet she does, too," agreed James. "But she wouldn't go where we do.
There isn't a party there, and if a mosquito bit her she'd have a fit."
"Aw! She would if she wanted to!" insisted Malcolm.
"Well she wouldn't _want_ to!" said James.
"Well she might, smarty," said Malcolm. "She did once! I saw the boots and
skirt she was going to wear. Don't you wish she liked the things we do
better than parties, father?"
"Yes, I wish she did," said Mr. Minturn. "Maybe she will."
"If she'd hear me call the quail and the whip-poor-will, she'd like it,"
said Malcolm.
"She wouldn't like it well enough to stay away from a party to go with you
to hear it," said James.
"She might!" persisted Malcolm. "She didn't know about this when she went
to the parties. When she comes back I'm going to tell her; and I'm going
to take her to hear me, and I'll show her the flowers and my fish-pond,
and yours and father's.
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