“I didn’t mean to be selfish,” she whispered, snuggling her peachy cheek against her teacher’s shoulder.
“I’m sure you didn’t, my dear,” returned Miss Palmer.
And so it fell out that no architect, not even John, was ever requested to draw plans for a house that might revolve on a pivot.
CHAPTER II
THE HOUSE IS FURNISHED
THE furnishing of the doll’s house proved a keen delight to Sally, and the infection spread from the little girl to the other members of the household, even Papa Doctor often emerging from his carriage with his arms full of mysterious, knobby parcels.
Mamma Wee, as Sally lovingly nicknamed Mrs. North, renounced pink teas and bridge parties and spent hours every day sitting bow-legged like a Turk or a tailor, while she arranged the fascinating little rooms, laid small carpets and tacked up tiny, ruffled curtains. For all the windows were real ones, with panes of glass let into the small sashes and with the cunningest little white blinds that opened in the middle and could be securely fastened with bolts at night. Sally, who, as Bob said, was “always thinking up something else,” was already revolving in her own mind the propriety of demanding screens to head off imaginary flies and mosquitoes.
“Just fancy how perfectly huge a real fly would look to one of the dollies!” she said to herself as she thoughtfully pondered on the momentous question.