“That inquisitive little dog.”
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Pauline had the advantage of Molly in being the taller.
“Oh, oh, Mother Goose has lost her goose! No—yes—no—she’s caught it! What a scramble! Why, Molly, Mother Goose must be a boy! Who knows but it’s Paul?”
“Or Kirke, Pauline!”
People began to move on again. When the crush was over, the girls found themselves once more beside the white sunbonnets. The wearers of the bonnets bowed in a friendly fashion, and one of them—it was the shorter—handed Pauline a bunch of carnations.
Pauline murmured her thanks, and whispered to Molly that she thought she had met that girl before—perhaps at La Jolla.
How much longer the pleasant farce might have gone on but for Zip cannot be told, for at this point that inquisitive little dog appeared upon the scene to find out what Molly and Kirke were doing. Barking and whining, he frisked about Molly, “saluting the flag” as Pauline said; and after that performance of what use was it for Molly to pretend that she was not Molly?
And as if he had not already done mischief enough, Zip next charged at the girl who had given Pauline the pinks, and the girl’s mask dropped down, and everybody saw that the supposed maiden was Kirke Rowe.
Weezy almost laughed her wings off at the sight, while General Washington and the “Spanish man” openly applauded.