asked papa , wishing to use up the last half-hour of his time by a neighbourly call . ` No ; I do n't like Tommy Hammond , so I do n't wish you to play with his father , ' said Harry , with a sly twinkle of the eye , as he turned the tables on his papa . Mr. Fairbairn gave a low whistle and retired to the barn , where Harry followed him , and ordered the man to harness up old Bill . ` Going to drive , sir ? ' asked papa , respectfully . ` Do n't ask questions , ' was all the answer he got . Old Bill was put into the best buggy and driven to the hall door . Papa followed , and mamma sprang up from her nap , ready for her afternoon drive . ` Ca n't I go ? ' she asked , as Kitty came down in her new hat and gloves . ` No ; there is n't room . ' ` Why not have the carryall , and let us go , too , we like it so much , ' said papa , in the pleading tone Harry often used . Kitty was about to consent , for she loved mamma , and found it hard to cross her so . But Harry was made of sterner stuff ; his wrongs still burned within him , and he said impatiently -- ` We ca n't be troubled with you . The buggy is nicest and lightest , and we want to talk over our affairs . You , my son , can help John turn the hay on the lawn , and Caroline can amuse baby , or help Jane with the preserves . Little girls should be domestic . ' ` Oh , thunder ! ' growled papa . ` Aunt Betsey taught you that speech , you saucy boy , ' cried mamma , as the children drove off in high glee , leaving their parents to the distasteful tasks set them .
Mrs. Fairbairn wanted to read , but baby was fretful , and there was no XXXXX to turn him over to , so she spent her afternoon amusing the small tyrant , while papa made hay in the sun and did n't like it .
Bill Caroline Fairbairn Hammond Harry Jane John Kitty afternoon carryall