Mrs. McGuire smiled at the idea of Betty robed as Queen Elizabeth, but she said:
“Well, at any rate, you look quite as much like Elizabeth as any of the other girls. And we’ll fix up a fine costume for you. I’ll find a picture of the Queen in her most gorgeous robes, and we’ll have it copied as nearly as possible.”
BETTY WALKED ACROSS THE ROOM WITH STIFF, STAGY STRIDES
“And I must have a lot of jewels!” said Betty, clasping her hands ecstatically at the thought of such grandeur.
“Yes,” said Mrs. McGuire; “you may wear my necklace, and perhaps Grandma will lend you some large old-fashioned brooches. I think we need not be so very particular as to their being really of the Elizabethan period.”
“Oh, no; any glittery things will do. I think we ought to try some necklaces of big imitation gems.”
“Perhaps we shall! At any rate, we’ll copy the picture as nearly as we can.”
“And it will be a gorgeous costume, won’t it? Oh, I’m glad now I didn’t choose Pocahontas!”
“What sort of speech do you have to make, Betty?”