“I’m wondering, Miss Gold-State, if Paul didn’t give me a glimpse of that comic mask on purpose to fool me.”
Here Old Mother Hubbard turned aside to join Mother Goose, and this brought United-States Pauline and California Molly next the two “white girls.”
“It would be just like him, Miss Stars-and-Stripes.”
“I don’t see any fun in dressing up in sunbonnets,” remarked Pauline of her neighbors in front. “It’s no disguise at all.”
“No,” returned Molly. “We can wear sunbonnets any day.”
The white maskers quickened their pace.
“Hush, Molly! I’m afraid those girls have overheard every word we’ve said,” said Pauline, pulling down her blue liberty cap. “See them shake. They’re laughing at us.”
“If they’re laughing we haven’t hurt their feelings, Pauline, so I don’t care.”
Had not Molly’s ears been partially covered by her wig she might have heard a faint titter from under the nearest sunbonnet.
“I think those must be country girls, Molly; don’t you? They kick out the hems of their gowns every step they take.”