"I made that man," said the Rag Doll, "and now he cuts me dead before them all! It's atrocious! Why, but for me he would have been bought for five shillings, and would have been the property of the plainest child in London."
"Not that," I pleaded; "think of——"
"Well, very plain, anyhow. I was ready to bow to him. I almost did."
"In fact, you did."
"I didn't. I declare I didn't."
"Oh, well, you didn't, then. It only looked like it."
"He first came here," said the Rag Doll, "three weeks ago. At that time he was—quite presentable. He was everything he should be. He stood firmly on his legs without toppling over, and had his cocked hat firmly fixed on his head. And his sword——"
"Where did he wear that?"
"He carried that, Mr. Whyte Rabbit. Don't be silly. Wore it by his side, you know, and had epaulettes, too."
"He has changed outwardly at least."