"Come in!" Lizzy yelled to the person who was knocking rapidly on the door as she re-entered the room.
"Your lunch tray, Macbeth," Josie smiled as she entered the room. She stared at Elizabeth wide eyed as she scurried around the room, tossing skirts and shoes everywhere.
"So, you thought of a nickname. I like it."
Josie continued to watch, "It's my favorite novel. I've read it at least a dozen times. I thought that since your name is Elizabeth it would suit you well."
"Uh hu," Lizzy paused as she grabbed a silk, passion red frock from the closet and made an effort to pull it over her head.
Josie giggled as Lizzy tugged and yanked at the dress to find the neck hole. "Why do all of the latest fashions have to be so damn hard to get on!" Lizzy yelled, pausing from her struggle.
"Well, what in heaven's name are you tryin' ta do?" Josie laughed.
"If I can ever get this damn dress on I am going to sneak out and buy a paper!"
"From dat newsie down stairs? Huh?"
"Yes, from that newsie. Now, will you please lend me a hand?"
"You ain't wearin' dat! What you wantin' him to think you are, some kinda show dancer or scantch? Here, wear this." Josie handed over a considerably less showy dress of a deep blue and assisted with helping Lizzy to get it on.
Elizabeth gave a doubtful look as she stared at her appearance in the dressing table mirror.
"Perfect," Josie smiled.
Supposedly, Lizzy was satisfied, so she grabbed her small purse and flew out the door, "I don't see why I am acting so giddy. I'm only going to buy a newspaper."
"Be careful," Josie whispered after her, but Lizzy had already rounded the corner and was tiptoeing down the back stairway.
