"But you're such a darling, though," pursued Lucy, kissing her new friend warmly. "I'm glad you don't know how to behave!"
"I'm glad you don't, either," said Dovey, tilting herself on a rocker like a bird on a bough, "I thought you were going to be, O, so polite, for you set Kitty all of a tremble. Come, let's go out and play."
"So we will. Come along, Flaxie Frizzle."
"What! is that Flaxie Frizzle? O, I always did want to see Flaxie Frizzle. Mrs. Prim has told me lots about her," said Dovey, as they skipped out to the barn.
You may be sure Lucy lost the "borrowed" card-case in the hay; and, when it was found, weeks afterward, it bore the marks of horse's teeth; but Gussie said,—
"It is good enough for me; I ought not to have filled the children's heads with such nonsense."
I am happy to state that Aunt Jane's veil,—a beautiful lace one,—reached home safely, and that this was the last fashionable call Lucy and Flaxie Frizzle ever made.