Caroline smiled with equal delight. Very few persons of this little lady's age had such quick sense; mostly they had to be taught the game.
"Yes," she answered, "I am. I am Queen Marie Antoinette."
The little lady fell back a step. Her blue eyes clouded and she pouted like a big baby.
"Why—why, how can you be?" she demanded, fretfully, "when that is who I am, myself!"
For a moment Caroline scowled; such flexibility was almost disconcerting. Then her natural good-humor and the training resulting from many summers with Miss Honey, who claimed all the best roles at once and shifted often, prompted her generous reply:
"All right. I'll be Mary Queen of Scots, then—I like it about as well."
The little lady beamed again.
"That will be very pleasant," she said, "I trust your majesty is quite well?"
"Yes, indeed," Caroline assured her, adding airily; "How well the castle is looking this morning! I think I'll have the flag out every day, now that I'm back."
