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.

"How many rooms," she said, "is my doll's house going to have?"

"I had counted," said Mr. Jeminy, "on two." And he went over the
plans, using his hammer as a pointer. "Here is the bedroom," he said,
"and there is the kitchen. There's where the stove is going to be."

Juliet followed him without interest. It was apparent that she was
disappointed.

"Where's the parlor?" she demanded.

"Must there be a parlor?" asked Mr. Jeminy, in surprise.

"What do you think?" said Juliet. "I have to have a place for Anna to
keep company in."

Anna was the youngest of her three dolls; that is to say, Anna was
smaller than either Sara or Margaret. It seemed to Juliet that to be
without a parlor was to lack elegance. Mr. Jeminy rubbed his chin.
"Isn't Anna very young," he asked, "to keep company in the parlor?"

"No, she isn't," said Juliet.

Then, as Mr. Jeminy made no reply, she added, "She's six, going on
seven."

Mr. Jeminy sighed. "Is she indeed?" he remarked absently. "It is a
charming age. I wish I were able to see the world again through the
eyes of six, going on seven. 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.

Without trouble, she became the school teacher. Propping her three
dolls more firmly a