She poured the coffee into the tiny cups
And now came Dinah with a plate of cakes about the size of a penny. Each doll clamored for one. How good they looked! Janie ran to the kitchen; she must bake those cakes.
“O Dinah, please let me. I will be very careful.”
“Well, Miss Janie, you may; but I am cross to-day. My hair is so crooked, and look at my leg! How could you put it on backwards? I have so much work to do, and it is so hard to walk.”
“Why, Dinah, you poor thing, did I do that? I will take it right off and turn it around. It won’t take me more than a minute, and it will soon dry.”
Dinah screamed.
“What! Don’t you think I have any feelings? How would you like to have your papa break your leg and turn it round, and you sit waiting for the glue to dry?” and with a scornful sniff she hobbled in with another plate of cakes.