“Come on,” she said, taking hold of Pinkie’s hand; “let’s play.”
“All right,” said Pinkie, “I’ve brought my own dolls, this time.”
And sure enough, there were two dolls as big and beautiful as Arabella and Araminta. Pinkie said her dolls’ names were Baby Belle and Baby Bess, and, as it seemed the most natural thing to do, they began to play tea-party at once.
But Dolly wanted, first, to settle the matter of the secret.
“Pinkie,” she said, “you’re a really, truly little girl, aren’t you?”
“’Course I am,” said Pinkie, smiling. “I just said I was a fairy for fun.”
“Yes; I know it. But I want you to let me tell about you at home. It’s silly to make a secret of it.”
“Well, tell ’em, I don’t care. I’m not coming here to play any more, anyway.”
Now Dolly looked dismayed. “Why not?” she asked, and went on without waiting for an answer. “I won’t tell my aunts, if you don’t want me to, but I must tell my brother Dick. He’s my twin, and we never have secrets from each other. Why, here he comes now!”
Running toward them across the field, they saw the two boys.