"I wish you had," said Ronald with fervor. "But, I say, this is a very jolly morning. Couldn't you put on some clothes and come out? The park isn't up to much, but it's better than nothing at all."
Pollyooly's eyes shone, but she said, "I can't leave the Lump."
"Bring him along; he won't howl, I suppose?"
"He never howls," said Pollyooly quickly.
"Right O; hurry up," said Ronald.
Pollyooly was not long dressing herself and the Lump. She put on her blue silk frock because her golden frock was very like the amber frock she had worn at Ricksborough Court; and Ronald had seen her in that. She dressed the Lump in his blue silk tunic because it matched her frock.
Ronald looked at her a little anxiously as she came into the room; but at the sight of the Liberty confection which so admirably adorned her angelic beauty his face cleared and he said: "By Jove! you do look all right!"
Pollyooly smiled the gracious smile of one who has received tribute known to be deserved.
They sallied forth from the Temple into Fleet Street, and found it very like an oven.
