"Isn't Fanny here?" screamed back Flora.
"Yes, and Tootsie."
"Well, let her stay with Fanny and Tootsie for a bit."
Flora turned and walked down the hill rapidly with her companion. Maisie caught hold of Ermengarde's hand, and began to run with her under the trees.
Presently she came across a stout little girl of about eleven, accompanied by a stouter little boy who might be a year older.
"Fanny," said Maisie, "this child's name is Wilton. She'll stay and play with you and Tootsie for a bit. Now be good children, all of you. Ta-ta! I'll be back in time for tea."
Maisie vanished round a corner, and Ermengarde found herself alone with Fanny and Tootsie.