"Why am I an Armadillo?" asked Kitty, greatly interested to know.
"Because you want to sleep so much."
"That isn't an Armadillo, that's an Anaconda."
"Well, you're it anyway; and it ought to be Armadillo, because it rhymes with pillow! But now, you just listen to my plan. Seem's if I just couldn't wait any longer to see Molly and Stella, and I'm going to dress right, straight, bang, quick! and go over there. Come on."
"They won't be awake."
"Of course they won't; that's the fun of it! We'll throw little pebbles up at their windows, and wake them up, and make them come out."
"Well, all right, I will." Kitty reached this decision after a few moments' consideration, as Marjorie felt sure she would. Kitty usually agreed to her older sister's plans, but she made up her mind slowly, while Midget always reached her conclusions with a hop, skip, and jump.
So the girls began to dress, and in a very few minutes they were buttoning each other's frocks and tying each other's hair ribbons.
Marjorie had invented a way by which they could tie each other's hair ribbons at the same time, but as it oftenest resulted in pulled hair and badly made bows, it was not much of a time-saver after all.
"But I do think, Kit," she said, "being in such haste this morning, we might manage to button each other's dresses at the same time. Stand back to back and let's try."