“I wonder if she could take us to see any little girl we wanted to choose, Ruth?”
Ruth looked big-eyed at that.
“We never asked her that. Who would you like to see?”
“I’d like to go to visit Alice.”
“Alice?”
“Alice in Wonderland, of course. Wouldn’t you?”
Ruth fairly gasped.
“Wouldn’t it be simply corking! Get along, Chump, what’s the matter with you?” This to her pony, who had shied at an old log by the trail.
“Why, perhaps she would take us through the Looking-Glass! Haven’t you always just yearned to find our big mirror all misty, so’s you could climb through it the way she climbed through hers? Rose, let’s ask the fairy the very next time she comes.”
“That’s what I mean to do. But remember that this is my own idea, Ruthsy, and let me do the asking.”