"Well, I guess it is," returned meek little Rose, passing a wee plate to her cousin. "And now you say to me, 'Won't you have some tea, lady?'"
"How is your Chillens, Mrs. Frizzle?" Page 115.
The dolls sat in their chairs and looked on, while the young hostess turned the tea into the cups very gracefully. "Ahem," said she, trying to look very grown-up, "does tea 'fect your nerves, Mrs. Rose?"
"Yes'm,—I don' know," replied Mrs. Rose, puckering her lips to fit the tiny spoon.
"You goin' to piece the meat, and give all as much as each?"
"No, Mrs. Rose: you may take your fork and put one slice of meat on each doll's plate."