"A kangeroo?"
"You're getting nearer. It's something that hops."
"Hops? A lame giraffe?" He caught the cushion aimed at him by Denis.
"It's a—robin!" cried Nell.
"Great Scott!"
"What's this?" he picked up another work of art.
"That's a needle cushion," observed Denis. "It was going to be a cat, but Molly's broken five needles into it already! Say, Lancaster, you come over here and I'll show you a genuine work of art as compiled and invented and built entirely by your humble servant!"
"Did you really make it?" He knelt down and studied the doll's house. "Um—might be worse!"
"Four rooms," said Nell, thoughtfully. "Bedroom, kitchen, dining room, drawing-room, or nursery?"
"Nursery," Denis decided. "Girls are always cranky over horrid wobbly babies!"