“Why,” she said, “I was talking to-day with Mrs. Boniface, and she was saying how nice it would be if there was some one in the town who could mend toys—poor Miss Piper at the Bazaar being so useless, and all the carpenters understanding nothing but making book-shelves and cucumber-frames, and London being so far away—and I said, ‘Yes,’ never thinking of Theodore here. And, of course, it’s the very thing for him.”
“Of course,” said Miss Sarah. “He could take the old billiard-room.”
“And have a gas-stove put in it,” said Miss Selina.
“An oil-stove,” said Miss Sarah; “it’s more economical.”
“A gas-stove,” said Miss Selina; “it’s more trustworthy.”
“And put up a bench,” said Miss Sarah.
“And some cocoa-nut-matting on the floor,” said Miss Selina.
“Linoleum,” said Miss Sarah; “it’s cheaper.”
“Cocoa-nut-matting,” said Miss Selina; “it’s better and warmer for his feet.”
“And we could call it the Dolls’ Hospital,” said Miss Sarah.