"Yes, I see," cried Amy. "What a lovely way to grow up! I mean to be a woman that way, too."
"That's like Miss Isabel," remarked Trix, but Jack, with an eye solely on the business in hand, said:
"We'd like lots to have you join if you will."
"I feel honored, and I accept with much gratitude," said Mr. Dean, and even Trix's sharp eyes, which were always on the watch lest she were laughed at, could see nothing but pleasure in his face.
"Now you'll have to choose a name," cried Amy, jumping around in high glee.
Mr. Dean considered a moment. "I think, on the whole, Oliver Twist would be an appropriate name for me this summer," he said, with humorous melancholy.
"Oliver Twist? What is that? Sir Oliver Twist, or plain Mr. Oliver Twist?" asked Trix.
"Are none of you plain Mr. or Miss; are you all a knight or lady?" Mr. Dean inquired.
"No; Amy is Mrs. Peace Plenty, but the rest of us are lady, and Jack is Sir Harry Hotspur," answered Margery gravely.
"And your Miss Isabel?" suggested Mr. Dean.