So Tom good-naturedly left the box untouched.
Anxious as Betsey was to see her dearest doll again, she kept steadily at her delightful work arranging furniture, until everything was in readiness. Then she stood Dinah up in the dining-room with a tiny pitcher of lemonade, settled Mr. Delight and Dumpling in the new touring-car, and whizzed them away to the station.
Then she unpacked the shoe-box. “How surprised she will be,” sang Betsey, as she burrowed for Mrs. Delight. “Oh, oh! What beautiful new clothes! And Mary made them!” She held up one shimmering dress after another,—one trimmed with tiny beads, and one with embroidery. “Now Mr. Delight can be surprised too!”
And at last she came to the pretty little lady herself. Betsey set her hat straight and stepped her off the train.
“Woof! Woof!” said Dumpling.
“How glad I am,” cried Betsey in Mr. Delight’s deep bass voice.
“O see the new car!” said Mrs. Delight’s silvery voice. And Betsey laughed as she lifted the little china dog in beside his mistress.
“How cute they look!” she cried, clapping her hands. Then she whizzed them as fast as she could to the big green house.
“You can go down at once to your room, my dear,” said Mr. Delight.
“You mean up,” said Mrs. Delight.