“No, fank you; but I’d like to sit where Priscilla is.”
“But where can Priscilla sit?”
“Can’t she walk just a little way?”
“I am afraid not.”
“Well, I’d like to sit in her seat,” persisted Loveday; “and put my head on yours, and go to sleep.”
“Oh, so you want my place as well as Prissy’s! You aren’t at all a greedy little person, are you? Where are we to sit? On the shafts, or the steps, or must we run behind? I will tell you what we will do. I will sit in Priscilla’s place and hold you on my knee, and Priscilla shall have the box-seat and drive us. Will that please your High Mightiness?”
“Yes, that will be lovely,” agreed Loveday, quite delighted; “and I’ll hold my parasol over us both.”
“That will be charming; only try not to take out both my eyes. What would mother say if you took back my two eyes on two tips of your sunshade?”
“Mine isn’t a sunshade,” said Loveday.
“Parasol, then. What is the difference between a parasol and a sunshade? Do tell me, for I don’t know.”