"Everyone does what darling Grannie tells them," said Joyce, "so we had better begin. The only suggestion I make is that I wash up, because I'm sure I do it better than you, and you sit down and sketch the while, because I shouldn't wonder if you do it better than me."
"But I wash up beautifully," said Charles.
"I think not. There was egg on my tea-spoon."
"I'm sorry. Was that why you didn't take sugar?"
"Yes."
"Have some now by itself?" said he.
"I think I won't. Where's a tea-cloth?" Charles wrinkled his brows.
"They dry in the sun," he said. "We thread them, tea-cups that is, on to the briar-rose."
"And the plates? Do begin sketching."
"They dry also. They are placed anywhere. But one tries not to forget where anywhere is. Otherwise they get stepped on."