She forgot her "style" hat, and her new dignity, and had no greater ambition than to hold the lovely white ball in her arms.

Adolphus allowed her to do so.

He was very kind to answer all her questions, and always in the most sensible manner.

If Dotty had been a little older, she would have seen that the captain's son was a remarkably intelligent boy, in spite of his smashed hat.
After everything had been said that could possibly be thought of, in regard to rabbits and their ways, Dotty looked again, and very critically, at Adolphus.

His collar was wrinkled, his necktie one-sided, he wore no gloves, and, on the whole, was not dressed ad well as Dotty, who had started from home that very morning, clean and fresh.