“Or to Titania,” added Polly. “It is pretty enough to be hers.”
“Whose do you really s’pose it is?” queried Leonora, loitering at the side entrance for another look.
But Polly had not even a suggestion beyond the fairy queen.
“Let’s hurry up and find out!” she cried. And they raced round to the back door.
Barbara, one of the maids, showed plain dismay when she saw them.
“Stay here, here in this room!” she commanded excitedly.
“I want to see mother,” objected Leonora.
“No, no!” replied Barbara, with unheard-of severity. “She got vis’tors.”
“Did they come in that lovely car? Oh, do tell us that!” Leonora wheedled.