“All right, we will do that. You must come right back after lunch, Rock,” called Eleanor, as the boy was about to go.
Just then a smiling little colored girl appeared at the door. She rolled her eyes delightedly in Cassy’s direction as she announced, “Lunch ready, Mis’ Dallas.”
Cassy knew that this must be Bubbles, and she smiled in return. Bubbles was so overcome with pleasure that she ducked her head and giggled as she disappeared.
“I think you’ve two of the nicest things in the world,” said Cassy, as they went into the dining-room, “and they’re both black; a Bubbles and a pony.”
Eleanor laughed.
“I don’t know what I should do without them. Bubbles says she is going to live with me when I grow up, but she’s getting pretty big now, and I am so afraid she will get married first and will go off and leave me.”
After lunch Eleanor showed her guest her little bedroom and her playhouse in the yard where she kept her dolls, her books and many of her treasures, and Cassy thought that in all her life she had never dreamed of such a favored child as Eleanor Dallas.
“Aren’t you ’most happy enough to fly?” she asked.
“Why?” said Eleanor.
“I would be, if I had all these things and this lovely place to live in and a papa.”