"How far can we go?" asked Marjorie, as the preparations were completed.
"Stay in the yard, mostly," said her mother. "If you go out in the street, don't go more than two blocks away."
"All right, we won't," said Marjorie. "Come on, Glad." The two little girls started off with the baby-carriage.
"She's a careful child," said Mrs. Harrison, as she noticed Marjorie turn a corner with precision.
"Yes," said Mrs. Maynard. "And she's devoted to children. You need have no fear of Totty."
"Oh, I haven't," said Mrs. Harrison, and then the two friends returned to the house, and sat down for a long chat.
The girls had a fine time with the baby. They rolled the carriage carefully, pausing now and then to present their little guest with a bright autumn leaf, or a big horse-chestnut, which they picked up from the ground.
"Let's pretend she's an infant princess, and we're kidnapping her," said Marjorie.
"All right; what's her name?"
"Princess Petronella," said Marjorie, promptly, using a favorite name of hers.