"How do you like it?" asked Jenny.
"Pretty well, miss."
"And what do you think of me?"
This question confused Master Sloppy. He pulled at his coat buttons, and looked at her foolishly.
"Don't be afraid," said she. "Speak out. You think I'm queer, now, don't you?" She shook her head at him, and the broken-toothed comb with which she had pushed back her hair fell out, so that the shining locks came down and made a golden bower all around the tiny little figure.
"Oh," cried Sloppy, "what a lot of it! and what a color!"
"What did you come for?" asked Jenny, in her gentle voice, after a short silence.
"I heard you dressed dolls, miss," said Sloppy, giving a very odd look at the door.
"Did you, indeed? Do you want a doll dressed?"
"You don't live here all alone, do you, miss?" said Sloppy, with another look at the door.