Fay looked from Meg to her brother and from her brother to Meg.
Another dismal squeal from under the door.
"Does he tluly espect it?" she asked anxiously.
"I think so," Meg said gravely, "and we can't let him in if you're going to be washed in the little bath; he'd be so disappointed."
The little bath stood ready on its stand. Fay turned her back upon it and went and looked over the edge of the big bath. It was a very big bath, white and beautiful, with innumerable silvered handles that produced sprays and showers and waves and all sorts of wonders. An extravagance of Anthony's.
"Will William come in, too?" she asked.
"No; he'd make such a mess; but he'd love to see you. We'll all bathe William some other time."
More squeals from outside, varied by dolorous snores.
"Let him in," said little Fay. "I'll show him me."
Quick as thought Meg lifted her in, opened the door to the delighted William, who promptly stood on his hind legs, with his front paws on the bath, and looked over the edge at little Fay.