“Yes, go put on the other suit, and meet me at the gate quickly.”
She did not say “your other suit,” feeling, naturally, a certain sense of personal ownership, as far as Flutters's outfit was concerned.
“All right, Miss Hazel,” he answered, moving off with the alacrity of a well-trained little servant.
“Perhaps you will not care to go with me, girls,” Hazel remarked, as she came down the path, some five minutes later, and looking very pretty in her dark red Sunday dress. “You see I am going to take Flutters.”
“And why should we mind that?” chirped Milly Marberry in a high musical little key, and Tilly remarked, “Yes, why should we mind that?”
“Because I have no idea how he will behave. When I told him just now that he was to go to church with me, he said, 'To church!' as though he was very much surprised and had never been in one in his life.”
“I suppose he'll sit still, though, if you tell him to,” said Milly.
“Of course he will not speak if—” but Tilly's sisterly echo was interrupted by a significant hush from Hazel, and the next second Flutters was with them. Then the little party set off, the boys ahead together, and the girls behind.
“Where does Flutters come from, anyway?” asked Tilly.
“Yes, where from?” piped Milly.