“It isn’t hard to go to an auction,” said Dick, meditatively. “You just find what you want to buy; and then you see how much money you’ve got, and then you bid till you get up to it.”
“Yis, that’s a foine way!” said Michael, appreciatively. “An’ yez chose the wax scarecrow, did yez? Well, give it to me fer my cornfield, it’ll be foine to kape the burrds off!”
“You bad Michael,” said Dolly. “You’re just teasing us. Scarecrow! Why, she’s my new doll. I’m going to call her,—what shall we call her, Dick?”
“Lady Eliza Dusenbury,” said Dick, promptly, for he was always quick at choosing names. “And I say, Dolly, let’s rig her up, hat and all, you know, and stand her up in front of the front door, and ring the bell, and then hide, and see what Hannah’ll do!”
“All right; don’t you tell, Michael.”
“No, Miss Dolly, I’ll not tell.”
“And you help us, Michael, to get her out and get her fixed up, will you?”
“Yis, I’ll help yez, ye good-fer-nothin’ shcamps.”
When Michael indulged in calling them names, the twins knew he was very good-natured indeed, so they anticipated great fun.
When they reached Dana Dene, the two children jumped down from the wagon and ran into the house. It was easy enough to get in unnoticed, and they went straight to Aunt Rachel’s room for clothing for the new friend.