Out in the Park Caroline found a land of veritable enchantment. The red sun had mounted higher into a clear, cloudless sky, and it endowed the earth with a ruddy suggestion of warmth, but it was merely a suggestion; the keen cold of the air held its own, and the grey bloom of the hoar-frost lay like a veil on the grass.
Dennis was left far behind. She had a pinched look, and her nose was red.
"Keep on the path, please, Miss Betty," she feebly protested every now and then.
But her voice was thin and weak; in any case Betty had no ears for her.
She danced, and she sang, and she curveted gracefully on the frost-covered grass.
"Isn't it lovely? I want to roll in it!" she declared, as she paused at last and panted for breath.
Baby looked up at Caroline with half-shut eyes.
"I want a bun," she said plaintively.
"A bun!" cried Caroline.... "What is a bun?"
Both children exclaimed at this, and then proceeded to volunteer explanations.