First he went to Madame Bakke, who lived nearest. She had had a long illness and was paler than usual today. Johnny Blossom put his heels together and bowed.
“I want to know if you will come to a party on Saturday at Kingthorpe, Madame Bakke,” said Johnny.
“What do you say?” asked Madame Bakke.
“It’s my party,” continued John, “and I am to invite as many as I please.”
“Well, well!” exclaimed Madame Bakke in delight. “Am I to go to Kingthorpe?”
“Yes, and there is so much sunshine out there,” said Johnny. “You’ll see how hot the sun is on the white marble steps.”
“But I haven’t any fine clothes,” said Madame Bakke.
“Well, of course you must look nice,” said Johnny seriously, “but you don’t need anything fine. Good-by, and welcome to the party.”
Johnny Blossom bowed himself out and Madame Bakke watched him as long as he was in sight.
Next he went to the little crippled boy who had such big, mournful eyes.