“I should think so,” said Roma, with a smile.
“Well, you see, I wore it all day Monday, and rode in it all day yesterday, and went to sleep in it on the cars, and tumbled about in it on the cushions, I reckon, so now my frock is a sight to behold. Oh! isn’t it, though?”
“Never mind, dear. Cover it with your little coat. That is very decent,” said Roma.
“Yes. You see, woolen things don’t rumple like calico, do they, now?” said Owlet as she drew on the little brown coat and carefully buttoned it up before.
She next put on her little brown hat and gloves, and was ready to go out by the time Miss Fronde got on her own walking jacket, hat and gloves.
They went down together, and out upon the sidewalk.
“Would you like to go and see where Aunt Lucy and Tom live?” Roma asked as they left the house.
“Oh, wouldn’t I though!” Owlet exclaimed.
“Very well, then; we will go.”
They turned around the corner, scrambled though the bramble lot, and reached the piece of woods in which Lucy’s bird nest stood.