"Come, now, let me carry it for you," said Harry, "and I'll make the tea, if you'll let me go into that mysterious room."
"Indeed, no, Harry—I'm going to do everything myself;" and, forgetting the burnt finger, Lisette was off in a moment, and back in a moment with a shining teapot in her hand, and the tea was made. And at last the mysterious door opened, and Lisette stood with her eyes fixed upon Harry, to watch the effect.
"Superb!—magnificent!—splendid! Why, this is good enough for a king! And where did you get all these things?" said Harry.
"Oh, out of our garden—all but the peaches. Those old Mist gave me—they come from Florida. There, now, you laughed at me, last summer, when I set those strawberry-vines, and made all sorts of fun of me. And what do you think now?"
"Think! I think you're a wonderful little thing—a perfect witch."
"Come, now, let's sit down, then—you there, and I here." And, opening the door of the bird-cage, which hung in the lamarque rose-bush, "Little Button shall come, too."
Button, a bright yellow canary, with a smart black tuft upon his head, seemed to understand his part in the little domestic scene perfectly; for he stepped obediently upon the finger which was extended to him, and was soon sitting quite at his ease on the mossy edge of one of the dishes, pecking at the strawberries.
"And now, do tell me," said Lisette, "all about Miss Nina. How does she look?"
"Pretty and smart as ever," said Harry. "Just the same witchy, wilful ways with her."
"And did she show you her dresses?"