“What’s that other box for?” asked Janet of Ted, when she had made Trouble sit down on a small, broken doll’s chair in what was the “kitchen” of the playhouse.
“That’s going to be the cupboard,” answered Ted. “And we can——”
“Old Mother Hubbard went to her dog’s cupboard!” sang Trouble.
“It wasn’t her dog’s cupboard, it was her own,” corrected Janet.
“Yes it was dog’s cupboard,” insisted Trouble. “’Cause she went there to get him a bone, but it was bare. Does it mean the bone didn’t have any clothes on?” asked Trouble of his brother.
“Of course not!” laughed Ted. “Bones don’t wear clothes. It means the cupboard was bare—it didn’t have even a bone in it for the dog.”
“Well, it was dog’s cupboard all right!” still insisted the little boy. “You goin’ have Mother Hubbard’s cupboard here?” he asked.
“No, this is going to be our own cupboard,” answered Ted, as he set up the other box he had carried out from the barn. “And we’ll have real things to eat to put in our cupboard, too,” he added.
“No! Not really?” cried Janet, with shining eyes.
“Really and truly,” insisted Teddy. “Look, mother said I could take these cookies,” and he pulled half a dozen or more from his pocket.