"I never once thought of the little post-office!" he cried.
"You're both members," Margery went on, "and you're the only ones who haven't written to each other. Now don't you think Miss Isabel would be pleased if you wrote her through our little post-office? Maybe she feels slighted."
"Margery, it's an inspiration," cried Mr. Dean. "And I could address it to Miss Alma Cara."
"Oh, yes, you'd have to, because that's her post-office name, only it's not Miss, it's Lady Alma Cara. And you know it would be all part of our play, and yet it wouldn't, because it's dreadful not to be friends with people; but she wouldn't mind so much if you wrote her that way."
Mr. Dean was walking up and down the room by this time, and he came over and stood before Margery.
"Did you ever hear that Solomon was a little girl before he grew up?" he asked.
"I never heard about Solomon when he was little, but I guess he was a little boy," replied Margery.
"Well, I am sure that he was a little girl with a pale face and blue dress, and that some good fairy made him into a king when he was big enough, and the same good fairy brought him here to me to-day, once more in the form of a little girl," said Mr. Dean.
Margery laughed.
"Do you think it is a good plan?" she asked delightedly.