“I was, but I’m not,” replied Cousin Margaret recklessly. “I’d rather play picnic, and sail your canoe in the bathtub.”
Tom slipped quietly down-stairs at mention of the bathtub, and neither the little girl nor the big girl noticed.
“O William, here come Prudence and John!” cried Cousin Margaret in Mrs. Delight’s silvery voice, rushing Mrs. Delight to the front door.
“Here we are!” shouted Betsey for Mr. Darling. “It’s so much fun to have somebody else manage all these dolls, Cousin Margaret!”
“Suppose you manage the Delights,” suggested Cousin Margaret in an undertone, “and let me have the company.”
“I’d rather,” said Betsey, joyfully, taking charge at once of Mr. Delight, who was not helping his guests properly.
“Keep your dog off!” said Cousin Margaret, making Mr. Darling rush at Dumpling in the most ridiculous manner.
“Are you tired, Prudence?” asked Mrs. Delight.
“Tired? No!” said Mrs. Darling.
Betsey made Mr. and Mrs. Delight look at each other.