"We think a good deal of our Hanny," he said laughingly. "If she was smaller she might be exhibited along with Tom Thumb, but she's spoiled that brilliant enterprise, and yet she stays so small that we begin to think she's stunted."
"Oh, Joe, do you really?" she cried.
"We shall have to call her the little girl all her life. And you know she's bothered a good deal about her name, which isn't at all pretty, but she takes it in good part, and puts up with it."
"I call her Annie sometimes," said Daisy.
"Ann is but plain and common,
And Nancy sounds but ill;
While Anna is endurable,
And Annie better still,"
repeated Dr. Joe. "So you see we all have some trials. To be a little mite of a thing and to be called Hanneran is pretty bad. And now, little mite, we must go back home. When will the cavalcade start? I must be on hand to see it move."
"About three, Charles said. Oh, it will be just delightful!"
Now that Hanny had been put down she hopped around on one foot for joy.
They said good-night and walked up home.
"Don't you think I will grow some, Joe?" she asked, with a pretty doubt in her tone. "I did grow last year, for mother had to let down my skirts."