"Taken already," said Tibbie, promptly.
"Then her over there, with the short puffy sleeves."
"Taken!"
"She taken too? Well, then, her in the pink Mother Hubbard with the little knitting-bag on her arm."
"Taken, Sally! Can't you remember anything? Those belong to me; I chose them long ago. These are the only not taken ones; here and here and here and here and here and here and—"
"Aw, you're a great girl!" cried Sally, suddenly throwing her arms around Tibbie and casting herself backward on the floor with her, where they tumbled and rolled, laughing, Jetty jumping about on top of them, barking hoarsely in a frenzy of fun.
"Oh, Tibbie, ain't we having a time of it?"
And Tibbie almost shouted, "Yes!—ain't we having a time of it!"
"Ain't this a night?"
"Oh yes!—ain't it a night!"