Kevin just stared in stunned amazement. "Um, Miss Hattie?" He stepped over cautiously. "When I said three quarters full, I meant the pot, not a quart o' milk. It's just a judgment thin'." He gently took the pot and showed her. "See? Ain't no need t'be wastin' anythin' as a measurin' device."
He set it on the stove and started it warming. "Alrigh', now, take this," he handed over a thing of liquid chicken bouillon because that was his preferred type, "an' measure out four teaspoons an' put them in the water." He found a teaspoon and handed it to her.
Mimsy, however, was busy exploring. Hearing her name, she perked up and looked over. Nope. Not Daddy. But she had a thing! A thing that she might be able to eat! A THING TO EAT NOT!DADDY! She trundled over, managing not to trip on her own feet and plopped near Ella's feet. Look at her sitting pretty!
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He set it on the stove and started it warming. "Alrigh', now, take this," he handed over a thing of liquid chicken bouillon because that was his preferred type, "an' measure out four teaspoons an' put them in the water." He found a teaspoon and handed it to her.
Mimsy, however, was busy exploring. Hearing her name, she perked up and looked over. Nope. Not Daddy. But she had a thing! A thing that she might be able to eat! A THING TO EAT NOT!DADDY! She trundled over, managing not to trip on her own feet and plopped near Ella's feet. Look at her sitting pretty!