"What's the matter, Daisy?"
"The boys won't let me play with them."
"They say girls can't play football."
"They can, for I've done it!" and Mrs. Bhaer laughed at the remembrance of
certain youthful frolics.
"I know I can play; Demi and I used to, and have nice times, but he won't let me
now because the other boys laugh at him," and Daisy looked deeply grieved at
her brother's hardness of heart.
"On the whole, I think he is right, deary. It's all very well when you two are alone,
but it is too rough a game for you with a dozen boys; so I'd find some nice little
play for myself."
"I'm tired of playing alone!" and Daisy's tone was very mournful.
"I'll play with you by and by, but just now I must fly about and get things ready for
a trip into town. You shall go with me and see mamma, and if you like you can
stay with her."
"I should like to go and see her and Baby Josy, but I'd rather come back, please.
Demi would miss me, and I love to be here, Aunty."
"You can't get on without your Demi, can you?" and Aunt Jo looked as if she
quite understood the love of the little girl for her only brother.
"'Course I can't; we're twins, and so we love each other more than other people,"
answered Daisy, with a brightening face, for she considered being a twin one of
the highest honors she could ever receive.
"Now, what will you do with your little self while I fly around?" asked Mrs. Bhaer,
who was whisking piles of linen into a wardrobe with great rapidity.
"I don't know, I'm tired of dolls and things; I wish you'd make up a new play for
me, Aunty Jo," said Daisy, swinging listlessly on the door.
"I shall have to think of a brand new one, and it will take me some time; so
suppose you go down and see what Asia has got for your lunch," suggested Mrs.
Bhaer, thinking that would be a good way in which to dispose of the little
hindrance for a time.
"Yes, I think I'd like that, if she isn't cross," and Daisy slowly departed to the
kitchen, where Asia, the black cook, reigned undisturbed.
In five minutes, Daisy was back again, with a wide-awake face, a bit of dough in
her hand and a dab of flour on her little nose.
"Oh aunty! Please could I go and make gingersnaps and things? Asia isn't cross,
and she says I may, and it would be such fun, please do," cried Daisy, all in one
"Just the thing, go and welcome, make what you like, and stay as long as you
please," answered Mrs. Bhaer, much relieved, for sometimes the one little girl
was harder to amuse than the dozen boys.
Daisy ran off, and while she worked, Aunt Jo racked her brain for a new play. All
of a sudden she seemed to have an idea, for she smiled to herself, slammed the