"Well, I am too glad," returned Dimple. "Won't we have fun with the dolls? O, Florence, do eat your supper up here with me instead of going downstairs."
"Of course," said Florence, "unless you would rather go down, for uncle said he would carry you."
"I know," said Dimple, "but it is more fun to have it up here with my tea-set, and Bubbles to wait on us."
So they had their tea upstairs, with the table set by the window, where the wistaria peeped in to look at them, and a little brown bird, quite envious, put his head on one side, and stood on the sill a full minute before he flew away.
"Oh! I think it is just lovely here," said Florence. "Ever so much nicer than at our house."
"Do you think so?" said Dimple, quite pleased. "You have a lovely house, though, Florence; it is four stories high, and has such beautiful things in it, and when you look out of the windows there is so much to see, carriages, and people all dressed up."
"Yes, and dirty old beggars and ragmen," said Florence, "and nasty, muddy streets."
"What cunning little doylies," said Florence. "Who worked the little figures on them?"
"Mamma," said Dimple. "Aren't they sweet? She always sends them up with my supper, one over the milk pitcher, and one over the cake. Do you like lots of sugar in your tea, Florence?"