"Where's the parlor?" she demanded.
"Must there be a parlor?" asked Mr. Jeminy, in surprise.
"What do you think?" said Juliet. "I have to have a place for Anna to keep company in."
Anna was the youngest of her three dolls; that is to say, Anna was smaller than either Sara or Margaret. It seemed to Juliet that to be without a parlor was to lack elegance. Mr. Jeminy rubbed his chin. "Isn't Anna very young," he asked, "to keep company in the parlor?"
"No, she isn't," said Juliet.
Then, as Mr. Jeminy made no reply, she added, "She's six, going on seven."
Mr. Jeminy sighed. "Is she indeed?" he remarked absently. "It is a charming age. I wish I were able to see the world again through the eyes of six, going on seven. What a noble world it would seem, full of pleasant people."
"So," declared Juliet, "we have to have a parlor."
However, she could not sit still very long.
Presently she hopped down from the feed bin. "Look," she said, "this is the way to fly." She began to dance about, waving her arms. "This," she declared, "is the way the bees go." And she ran up and down, crying "buzz, buzz."