"If there are many such requirements, I fear I shall prove not eligible."
"Does that mean you can't join?" Rosalind asked, looking disappointed.
"Well, I'll consider it. I'll try to be broad-minded and practise believing impossible things, like Alice."
"'Six impossible things before breakfast,'" quoted Rosalind. "I am so glad you know Alice; but it was the White Queen, wasn't it?"
"I shouldn't wonder if it was," Allan answered, laughing.
They went out to the little garden to see the sweet peas and nasturtiums, and the magician insisted upon gathering some. While they waited Rosalind told her uncle about the time she took tea with him.
When at last they left the shop, Miss Betty was standing in her door, and they crossed over to speak to her.
"THEY CROSSED OVER TO SPEAK TO HER."
"Well, Allan, I am glad to see you at last," she said, coming down the walk to meet them.