Robin Hood stood near Dolly as she finished reading hers, and he politely offered her a pencil to write her name on it for safe-keeping. Then he eagerly leaned over to see what name she wrote.
“O-o-o-o-h!” groaned Dolly in sepulchral tones, and then she wrote Ghost on her card. But she printed it in straggling letters, for she was too canny to show her own penmanship.
Many were the traps laid to learn who was who, but the secrets were, for the most part, well kept.
Lollie Henry was discovered by his familiar laugh and his inability to suppress it.
Maisie May was known, when a lock of her auburn hair escaped from the queer Brownie head-covering. Then, of course, these two being known, they tried to make the others speak.
“Tell me who you are,” Lollie wheedled of the Elf, Bernice. The only answer was a vigorous shake of the green-leaved head.
“Ah, you needn’t tell, I know!” he exclaimed triumphantly. “You’re Dotty Rose! I know by the toss of your head. Aren’t you, now?”
The Elf nodded Yes with such insistence, that Lollie felt sure his guess was wrong.
Dotty as a witch, was in her element. She darted about, tweaking people’s ears, or tapping their arms with her broomstick. She had a funny little cackling laugh, that was so unlike her own voice, it was not recognised, though Dolly soon suspected her.
She hovered about Uncle Jim, teasing him until the old man shook with laughter. “My! what a witch it is!” he exclaimed. “Right from old Salem Town, I’ll be bound!”