“But suppose we see to that, too?”
“Then we’ll go! Shall we meet you at the station?”
“Meet us at ten, sharp!”
With these words Betsey took Mrs. Delight from the telephone, put on her prettiest white suit and her hat trimmed with the blue-jay feather that she had found in the yard. She tied a wide blue ribbon to Dumpling’s collar, put on Mr. Delight’s gray derby, and packed the suit-case neatly. Then she hustled the whole crowd to the station, taking three dolls in one hand and two dolls and a dog in the other. As the little ladies were kissing each other delightedly, Betsey gave a shrill whistle and rushed the big, noisy engine swiftly along the track, and brought it slowly to a standstill. Then she gave several hard puffs (the way an engine does, you know).
“SOON MR. DELIGHT CAME STRIDING BACK”
“Woof! Woof!” said Dumpling.
“O here’s a dog,” said the porter, catching hold of Dumpling’s blue ribbon. “No dogs allowed in de Pullman, sah.”
“Dis yeah dog is!” said Dinah, forgetting herself.
“No, miss; all dogs hab to ride in de baggage car.”