“Oh!” cried Pinkie, and ran farther away from the now belligerent-looking lady.
“Oh!” cried Jack, catching on. Then, screaming with laughter, he seized the lady’s hand shook it, crying, “How do you do, ma’am! How do you do? I’m so glad to meet you!”
Pinkie was still mystified, so Dolly ushered her up to the lady, saying, “Miss Pinkie Middleton ’low me to make you ’quainted with Lady Eliza Dusenbury!”
Dick had taken off Eliza’s veil, and Pinkie at last realised what sort of lady she was meeting.
“Oh, Dolly,” she cried, “where did you get her? Isn’t it fun! I think she’s fine!”
“She’s great!” declared Jack. “You fooled me good, old Mr. Dick Dana! What’s her name, did you say?”
“Lady Eliza Dusenbury,” said Dick, “but we call her Eliza, if we want to. Let’s take her for a ride.”
They got the little express wagon that Dick and Dolly used to cart their plants or flower-pots around the gardens in, and lifted Eliza in.
“She’ll have to stand up,” said Dolly, “because she can’t sit down.”
“All right,” said Jack, “we’ll tie her so she won’t upset.”