“Fine! But Dodo will grow.”
“Maybe you’ll make out to shrink up some. Katy kin shrink you. My muvver said Katy kin shrink up anything. She done shrinked up Dodo’s little shirts jes’ big enough for my dolly. I’s jes’ crazy ’bout Katy. I’m gonter ask her kin she shrink you up no bigger’n Dodo an’ then won’t you be cunning? You can look jes’ like you look now only teensy weensy little. Your little feet’ll be so long, not great big ones like mine, an’ your little hands will be ’bout as big as my little fingers an’—an’—you kin knit little bits of baby socks an’ I kin take you out ridin’ in my little doll-baby carriage, all tucked in nice.”
“But then I’ll be too little to marry Dodo. You won’t trust your doll to Dodo, and if I’m so teensy maybe he might break me.”
“Well, then, I guess Katy’ll have to stretch you some. She done stretched the shirt mos’ a mile.”
“What do you say to taking a little walk?”
“I say: ‘Glory be!’ That’s what Kizzie, our cook, says when she’s happy.”
“Shall we take Dodo out in his carriage?”
“If I can put my dolly in, too!”
Dodo was awake and pleased to be included in this outing, if gurglings and splutterings were an indication of happiness. He and the doll were tucked safely in. Katy, who had been longing for the time to come when she could scrub the nursery, was delighted to be relieved of her charge for the time being.
“Where shall we walk?” asked Nance.