"
"I mean to have just the same," cried Elsie, whose imagination was fired
by this gorgeous vision, "only my pond will be the biggest. I shall be a
great deal beautifuller, too," she added.
"You can't," said Katy from overhead. "Clover is going to be the most
beautiful lady in the world."
"But I'll be more beautiful than the most beautiful," persisted poor
little Elsie; "and I'll be big, too, and know everybody's secrets. And
everybody'll be kind, then, and never run away and hide; and there won't
be any post offices, or anything disagreeable."
"What'll you be, Johnnie?" asked Clover, anxious to change the subject,
for Elsie's voice was growing plaintive.
But Johnnie had no clear ideas as to her future. She laughed a great
deal, and squeezed Dorry's arm very tight, but that was all. Dorry was
more explicit.
"I mean to have turkey every day," he declared, "and batter-puddings;
not boiled ones, you know, but little baked ones, with brown shiny
tops, and a great deal of pudding sauce to eat on them. And I shall be
so big then that nobody will say, 'Three helps is quite enough for a
little boy.'"
"Oh, Dorry, you pig!" cried Katy, while the others screamed with
laughter.
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