Early the next morning, Rufus rattled up in the wagon with the children just as Emma’s biscuits in the Dutch Oven browned. Sally was ecstatic about her new sister, but Little Joe wanted a puppy. “Well, if you are a good boy, maybe we can git you one of Fred Mason’s brown and white puppies, unless you decide you want another sister.” Joe teased.
” No, no. I want a puppy.” Little Joe insisted.
Joe brought Anya a plate of gravy and biscuits and a glass of milk. “Now you eat all of this. You got to feed that baby.” [continues]