"Really!"
"And now?"
"Um-m—yes, now it shows!"
On the golden ankle a mischievous streak of white had appeared—a seam outrageously rent.
"Heavens, what a fix! I've just got to wear them!" said Doré, dropping her skirts with a movement of impatience.
"Estelle has a pair—"
"She needs them at three. We can't connect!"
"Bah! Dazzle with the left leg, then, Dodo," replied Winona, giving her her pet name.
Doré accepted the suggestion with a burst of laughter, and springing lightly down, seated herself on the trunk.
"Yes—yes, it can be done," she said presently, after a moment's practising. "If I don't forget!"