Wouldn't it be fun if she'd wear the boots again,
and make a fish-pond too?"
"Yes, she'd wear boots!" scoffed James.
"Well she would if she wanted to," reiterated Malcolm. "She wore them when
she wanted to hear the birds; if she did once, she would again, if she
pleased."
"Well she wouldn't please," laughed James.
"Well she _might_," said Malcolm stubbornly. "Mightn't she, father?"
"If she went once, I see no reason why she shouldn't again," said Mr.
Minturn.
"Course she'll go again!" triumphed Malcolm. "I'll make her, when she
comes."
"Yes 'when' she comes!" jeered James. "She won't ever live here! She
wouldn't think this was good enough for Lucette and Gretchen! And she gave
away our house for the sick children, and she hates it at grandmother's!
Bet she doesn't ever come again!"
"Bet she does!" said Malcolm instantly.
"Would you like to have mother come here, Malcolm?" interrupted Mr.
Minturn quietly.
"Why----" he said and shifted his questioning gaze toward Aunt Margaret,
"why--why--well, I'll tell you, father: if she would wear boots and go see
the birds and the flowers--if she would do as we do----Sometimes in the
night I wake up and think how pretty she is, and I just get hungry to see
her--but of course it would only kick up a row for her to come here--of
course she better stay away--but father, if she _would_ come, and if she
_would_ wear the boots--and if she'd let old slapping Lucette go, and live
as we do, father, _wouldn't that be great?_"
"Yes I think it would," said James Minturn conclusively, as he excused
himself and arose from the table.
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