“Oh, can you talk again?” cried Mary Frances. “Is it true, or am I dreaming?”
“’Torse it’s true,” answered Mary Marie. “’Torse it’s true. Fairly Flew tame in the night and tissed me.”
“What did she tell you, dear?” asked Mary Frances, lifting the doll in her arms.
“She said that I tould talk until the lessons were over.”
“Oh, I hope that they last as long as I live!” said Mary Frances, hugging the doll close.
“Toe do I!” Mary Marie said. “But my foots are told.”
“Oh, you darling!” cried Mary Frances. “You want me to make you a pair of slippers!”
“Please, Mamma,” said the little doll.
So Mary Frances dressed her in her bathrobe, and carried her into the sewing room and sat her on the table.
