“Are all your frocks as grand as that?”
“Some of ’em grander.”
“We might lend her one of our own brown holland frocks,” said Freda.
“Oh, do!” said Sibyl; “that will be lovely.”
“We are going to do some climbing this afternoon, so you may as well put it on,” continued Freda.
Sibyl clapped her hands with delight. “It’s a great comfort coming down to this place,” she said finally, “’cos I can give way a little; but with my father and mother I have to keep myself in.”
“Why?”
“It’s mostly on account of my most perfect of fathers.”
“But isn’t Philip Ogilvie your father?” said Gus.
“Mr. Ogilvie,” corrected Sibyl, in a very proud tone.