"Oh, I'll call them Appleby," said Molly.
"We know some people named that. Save that tiny one for the baby, Polly."
"The cranberries are perfectly delicious," said Mary, coming in from the kitchen, "but they have to cool before we can eat them. Luella says they take so much sugar that they will keep perfectly for me to take some home. Oh, what curious little figures."
"This is the Roseberry family," Polly told her, indicating the dolls on the right, "and these," she pointed to those on her left, "these are the Applebys."
"You must have some, too, Mary," said Molly. "What shall you call yours?"
Mary had picked up one of the little figures. "Why, they are made of hips, aren't they?"
"What are hips?" asked Molly.
"That is what we call the berries of the briar-rose, and in England the hawthorn berries are haws."
"Hips and haws," sang Molly. "Don't they go nicely together? Shall you call your people Mr. and Mrs. Hips?"
"Why, yes, I can. I think that would be a very good name. Are we going to play with them?"