"Yes, my Midget, I told you I would. But I doubt if she'll let the little girl go."
"So do I, but you coax her. Good-bye, Mother."
With a kiss and a squeeze, Marjorie was off, swinging a strap-full of books till they all tumbled on the ground, and then picking them up again.
"I'll help you, Mops," said King, who had followed her down the path.
"What a tumble-bug you are!"
"Yes, I am. Say, King, do you believe Delight will go with us?"
"Don't know and don't care. She's a Flossy Flouncy, anyway. Too dressy and fiddle-de-dee for me!"
"Oh, you don't know her. I think she's going to be real nice."
"All right. You can have her. Hi! there's Bunny Black; let's run."
Run they did, and Marjorie flew over the ground quite as fast as Kingdon did.
"Hey, Bunny, wait a minute!" So Bunny waited, and then all three trudged on to school; Marjorie in the middle, while they talked over the fun of the coming sleigh-ride.