“But your dolls didn’t talk.”
“I pretended they did. All little girls pretend their dolls can talk,” declared Judy.
“I didn’t,” Honey said. “I never played with dolls. But then I didn’t grow up in my own home the way you and Horace did. I try not to remember my childhood.”
“I know.” Judy gave the friend and sister she had found a quick kiss. Then, suddenly, Honey remembered something else.
“That tourist sign!” she exclaimed. “We never took it down.”
“Too late,” Horace commented as a small voice spoke almost at his elbow.
“Please,” it said, “may we stay here for the night?”
CHAPTER V
An Urgent Request
Judy whirled around to see a tiny girl with short brown curls and an older boy who might be her brother. Both of them were out of breath, as if they had been running. It was the boy who had spoken. But now the little girl asked, “Were you talking about a doll?”