Do they talk to each other when no one can hear?
And do they feel sad when the moon isn’t there?
If that butterfly now to a fairy would turn,
Perhaps she would help me these secrets to learn;
Such beautiful sights and such wonderful things
I would quickly find out if I only had wings.
AFTERNOON TEA.
I have three dolls. Their names are Blanche Amelia, Capitola, and John Henry. Blanche Amelia and Capitola are very well-behaved, but John Henry gives me a world of trouble. I thought it would be nice to have a boy-doll. But it is not. He is a great care.
When I dress up Blanche Amelia and Capitola in their best clothes, they seem to know that they must act like ladies, and I am never ashamed of them.