“I was thinking of some foolish thing, like Little Bo-Peep, you know.”
“Oh, I’d love to be that! A shepherdess costume, and a crook with ribbons on. But I want you to wear a satin coat and knee-breeches.”
“Well, I’ll be Old King Cole.”
“No, I don’t like that. I’ll tell you! You be Little Boy Blue.”
“The Gainsborough picture?”
“No, that won’t do either. Oh, you be Bobby Shafto! He wears ‘silver buckles on his knee,’ don’t you know?”
“Yes, I do know! And what’s the next line?”
“Never mind,” said Patty, turning pink. “I want you to wear a real Bobby Shafto costume. So you will, won’t you?”
“Of course, if my Princess commands. I’ll have it made at once. Can I help about yours?”
“Well, you might go to see Nan, and tell her what I want, and she’ll get it and send it up here. A shepherdess rig is easy enough, and there’s nothing prettier.”