Then Mr. Jeminy would
walk hastily out of the house and descend to the village. There, it
would occur to him to call on Mrs. Wicket, because he happened to have
with him a book he thought she would like to look at, or a flower for
Juliet. Mrs. Wicket received each book with gratitude, and looked to
see if there were any pictures in it, before giving it back again.
Juliet, on the other hand, wished to know the names of all the flowers.
When Mr. Jeminy repeated their names in Latin, from the text-book on
botany, she clapped her hands, and jumped up and down, because it was
so comical.
Now, in August, Mr. Jeminy was building her a doll's house in Mrs.
Wicket's tumbledown barn. It was the sort of work he liked to engage
in; no one expected him to be accurate, it was only necessary to use
his imagination. But Juliet, swinging her legs on top of the feed bin,
regarded him with round and serious eyes. For in Juliet's opinion, Mr.
Jeminy was involved in a difficult task; and she was afraid he might
not be able to go through with it.
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