“I should say not!” cried Patty. “She thought it was a helmet. You must take her for Joan of Arc.”
“She didn’t wear a helmet,” said Elise, laughing.
“Well, she wore armour. They belong together. Anyway, Juliet doesn’t know but that Joan of Arc wore a helmet.”
“Oh, is that what made her so sulky?” said Roger. “Nice disposition, I must say.”
“She’s nervous,” put in Kenneth, “and a little morbid, poor thing. Patty, I think a little iron in the water would do her good.”
“Send for a flatiron, Patty,” said Roger. “I know it would help her, if you set it carefully on top of her.”
“I won’t do it!” said Patty. “Poor Juliet is flat enough now. She doesn’t eat enough to keep a bird alive. Let’s go away and leave her to sleep. That will fatten her, maybe.”
“Lullaby, Julie, in the fish-bowl,” sang Roger.
“When the wind blows, the billows will roll,” continued Elise, fanning the water in the globe with a newspaper.
“When the bowl breaks, the fishes will fall,” contributed Patty, and Ken wound up by singing: