Miss Flaxilocks was Mollie's little friend and almost constant companion, the French doll with the deepest of blue eyes and the richest of golden hair from which she got her name.
"She couldn't come to-day," explained Mollie.
"Stoo-wexited," whistled Whistlebinkie.
"What's that?" asked the Unwiseman. "Sounds like a clogged-up radiator."
"He means to say that she is too excited to come," said Mollie. "The fact is, Mr. Unwiseman, we're all going abroad——"
"Abroad?" demanded the Unwiseman. "Where's that?"
"Hoh!" jeered Whistlebinkie. "Doesn't know where abroad is!"
"How should I know where abroad is?" retorted the Unwiseman. "I never had any. What is it anyhow? A new kind of pie?"
"No," laughed Mollie. "Abroad is Europe, and England and——"