"It must be managed some way," said Caroline, who had a resourceful mind; and, picking up both small grey-coated figures, she carried them down the stairs under her arms like parcels.
The result was most satisfactory.
"Do it again," said Baby delightedly. But Betty came to the rescue.
"No, no, Baby," she said, "it's cruel; can't you hear her blowing? And just look how red she is!"
Outside in the street, Betty scanned Caroline closely and critically.
"Nurse has a jacket like that, but it's new, and she wears awful smart gloves. She's a lot smarter than you...."
Dennis intervened piteously.
"Miss Betty ... my dear!"
But Caroline only laughed, and off they started down the street—a little grey fairy hooked on to either arm—so quickly that Dennis had almost to run to keep up with them.
Mrs. Brenton stood at the window and watched them with a smile till they were out of sight, then sat down to her writing again.