What a noble world it would seem, full of
pleasant people."
"So," declared Juliet, "we have to have a parlor."
However, she could not sit still very long.
Presently she hopped down from the feed bin. "Look," she said, "this
is the way to fly." She began to dance about, waving her arms.
"This," she declared, "is the way the bees go." And she ran up and
down, crying "buzz, buzz."
She decided to play house, by herself. Arranging her three dolls, made
of rags and sawdust, on top of the bin, she stood before them, with her
fingers in her mouth. Then all at once she began to play.
"My goodness," she exclaimed, "I'm surprised at you. Look at your
clothes, every which way. Margaret, do sit up. And Sara--you'll be
the death of me, with all my work to do yet, and everything."
"How do you do, Mrs. Henry Stove," she added, addressing a three-legged
stool, "come right in and sit down.
"Terrible hot weather we're having. Worst I ever see."
She moved busily about, humming a song to herself. "I declare, it's
time you went to school, children," she said finally, stopping to look
at her family.
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