“It’s a little wobbly,” said Jessie, “so you’d better be careful.”
With some small shrieks and exclamations Adele managed to cross the bridge without mishap. “Now show me where you play,” she said somewhat commandingly, Jessie thought, and therefore she led the way silently to her favorite spot.
“This is Playmate Polly,” she said as if introducing a friend.
Adele laughed. “What do you call it that for?”
“Because it is her name,” rejoined Jessie stoutly, as she turned toward the big stone near by. “This is my house,” she went on; “it is where Charity and I live. Charity is my doll.”
Adele, without answering, picked up Charity and looked her over. “She wears mighty queer clothes,” she remarked after a moment.
“That’s because she is a Colonial Dame,” returned Jessie in a superior tone.
“Oh,” said Adele, setting down Charity carefully. She did not know just what a Colonial Dame was and did not want to show her ignorance. “What do you call her Charity for?” she asked presently.
“My Aunt Lucy bought her at a charity bazaar, and she said as Charity was one of the old-fashioned names, she thought it would suit an old-fashioned doll. I like it,” she added with decision.
“I knew a girl once named Temperance,” remarked Adele. “They used to call her Tempy.”