`` No , but I 'll save you some little cakies for breakfast , if you 'll go bye-bye like Daisy . Will you , lovey ? '' `` Iss ! '' and Demi shut his eyes tight , as if to catch sleep and hurry the desired day . Taking advantage of the propitious moment , Meg slipped away and ran down to greet her husband with a smiling face and the little blue bow in her hair which was his especial admiration . He saw it at once and said with pleased surprise , `` Why , little mother , how gay we are tonight . Do you expect company ? '' `` Only you , dear . '' `` Is it a birthday , anniversary , or anything ? '' `` No , I 'm tired of being dowdy , so I dressed up as a change . You always make yourself nice for table , no matter how tired you are , so why should n't I when I have the time ? '' `` I do it out of respect for you , my dear , '' said old-fashioned John . `` Ditto , ditto , Mr. Brooke , '' laughed Meg , looking young and pretty again , as she nodded to him over the teapot . `` Well , it 's altogether delightful , and like old times . This tastes right . I drink your health , dear . '' and John sipped his tea with an air of reposeful rapture , which was of very short duration however , for as he put down his cup , the door handle rattled mysteriously , and a little voice was heard , saying impatiently ... `` Opy doy . Me 's tummin ! '' `` It 's that naughty boy . I told him to go to sleep alone , and here he is , downstairs , getting his death a-cold pattering over that canvas , '' said Meg , answering the call .
`` Mornin ' now , '' announced XXXXX in joyful tone as he entered , with his long nightgown gracefully festooned over his arm and every curl bobbing gayly as he pranced about the table , eyeing the ` cakies ' with loving glances .
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