Holly nodded her head many times.
“If I say you can stay, you can,” she said, decisively.
“Then in exchange for your permission I will give you half my kingdom,” answered Winthrop, gravely.
“Oh, I don’t think I could use half a kingdom. It would be like owning half a horse, wouldn’t it? Supposing I wanted my half to go and the other half wouldn’t?”
“Then take it all.”
“No, because I reckon your kingdom’s up North, and I wouldn’t want a kingdom I couldn’t live in. It will have to be something else, I reckon.”
“And I have so little with me,” mourned Winthrop. “I dare say you wouldn’t have any use for a winter overcoat or a pair of patent-leather shoes? They’re about all I have to offer.”
“No,” laughed Holly; “anyhow, not the overcoat. Do you think the shoes would fit me?”
She advanced one little slippered foot from beyond the hem of her skirt. Winthrop looked, and shook his head.