You may christen her what you like." "Then I shall name her Dulcinea, as you are her knight, and call her Dulce for short.

That is a sweet diminutive, I'm sure," laughed Rose, much amused at the idea.
Don Quixote looked pleased and vowed to defend his little lady stoutly, beginning his services on the spot by filling the small hands with buttercups, thereby winning for himself the first smile baby's face had known for weeks.
When they got home Aunt Plenty received her new guest with her accustomed hospitality and, on learning the story, was as warmly interested as even enthusiastic Rose could desire, bustling about to make the child comfortable with an energy pleasant to see, for the grandmotherly instincts were strong in the old lady and of late had been beautifully developed.
In less than half an hour from the time baby went upstairs, she came down again on Rose's arm, freshly washed and brushed, in a pink gown much too large and a white apron decidedly too small; an immaculate pair of socks, but no shoes; a neat bandage on the bruised arm, and a string of spools for a plaything hanging on the other.

A resigned expression sat upon her little face, but the frightened eyes were only shy now, and the forlorn heart evidently much comforted.
"There! How do you like your Dulce now ?" said Rose, proudly displaying the work of her hands as she came in with her habit pinned up and carrying a silver porringer of bread and milk.
Mac knelt down, took the small, reluctant hand, and kissed it as devoutly as ever good Alonzo Quixada did that of the Duchess while he said, merrily quoting from the immortal story: "'High and Sovereign Lady, thine till death, the Knight of the Rueful Countenance.'" But baby had no heart for play and, withdrawing her hand, pointed to the porringer with the suggestive remark: "Din-din, now." So Rose sat down and fed the Duchess while the Don stood by and watched the feast with much satisfaction.
"How nice she looks! Do you consider shoes unhealthy ?" he asked, surveying the socks with respectful interest.
"No, her shoes are drying.

You must have let her go in the mud." "I only put her down for a minute when she howled, and she made for a puddle, like a duck.

I'll buy her some new ones clothes too.