“No-o-o-o-o!”
“Victoria, Eugenia, Augusta, Paulina, Virginia, Aurelia, Geraldine, Mollie—”
“Yes! Mollie! that’s what it is; but none of your other old—elephants. There, you’re laughing! You knowed what it was all the time; you was only pertendin’. You’ve seen my dolly before.”
“Where’s Katy?”
“She stayed down-stairs to pop some corn for me and you.”
“Shall we go down and see her do it?”
“Yes.”
“Very well.” And the Lieutenant, rising, manages to shift little dot up to his shoulder. “There, now, you’re a feather on top of a barn-door.”
“You’re not a barn-door!”