Chapter VII tailpiece
"Everything is quite clean; I am sure of that, for I washed the sheets and coverlet myself not long ago."--PAGE [207].
VIII.
DOLLY'S BEDSTEAD.
"Aunt Pen, where is Ariadne to sleep, please? I wanted to bring her cradle, but mamma said it would take up so much room I could not."
And Alice looked about her for a resting-place for her dolly as anxiously as if Ariadne had been a live baby.
"Can't she lie on the sofa?" asked Aunt Pen, with that sad want of interest in such important matters which grown-up people so often show.
"No, indeed! Some one would sit down on her, of course; and I won't have my darling smashed. You would n't like it yourself, aunty, and I 'm surprised at your proposing such a thing!" cried Alice, clasping her babe with a face full of maternal indignation.
"I beg your pardon! I really forgot that danger. I 'm not so used to infants as you are, and that accounts for it. Now I think of it, there's a little bedstead up garret, and you can have that. You will find it done up in a paper in the great blue chest where all our old toys are kept."