I love to make believe; don’t you?
Mamma and my sister Belle go out to afternoon teas and receptions, and when they come home I hear them tell how this one looked, and what that one did, and what the other one said, and what they all wore, and oh! how I do enjoy it.
Then I have an afternoon tea for my dolls. I have my own set of dishes, and my own tea-tray, and I pass the cups around to them just as if they were real folks.
Blanche Amelia and Capitola sit up and behave their best, but John Henry will put his arms on the table, although I have told him it is not nice to do so.
When I play afternoon tea I have to eat all the goodies myself, and drink all the warm milk, which I call tea, and when the play is over I am ever so tired. But not a bit hungry. Oh, no!
HOW ELMER WAS LET ALONE.
“I just wish I could be let alone for a while,” said Elmer Green. “I am tired, and I don’t want to do anything for any body.”
“Tired” was another name for “cross,” and to tell you the truth this was one of Elmer’s real cross days. He got up cross, and he would stay cross for some time. He always did. It was of no use to try to please him. It could not be done. So he took a book and went off by himself, but was not gone long before he came back for his top. He spun that for a while; then he got out his toys; then he counted his marbles; then he thought he would pick some cherries, but there was no one to go with him, and there was no fun in going alone.
What should he do? He wanted to be amused, and didn’t know how to amuse himself.