“Mamma, do you think Rosie would lend me one of her dolls?” suggested Effie.
“Supposing you write and ask her,” said Mamma.
Effie seemed to think this a good idea, but then she would have to wait a few days, because her friend was away, staying at a farmhouse.
“Shall we put the china baby in,” said Mamma, “or is he quite one of the family?”
“Oh, Mummy, he’s the youngest child of all!” replied Effie, shaking her head.
“I am afraid he is too much of a baby,” said Mamma, looking into the spare room, “and he might get into the shower-bath or open the door of the bird-cage—perhaps it would be unsafe.”
Effie nodded.
“We will write to Rosie, then,” said Mamma encouragingly.
That night, when Effie was fast asleep, a little grey mouse peeped through a crack in the nursery floor, and seeing that the room was empty, she hurried into every corner to find some chance crumb of cake or bread, but alas for her! the room had been too carefully swept, so the hungry little mouse could find nothing for her supper.
Suddenly, she saw the dolls’-house, so she squeezed through the glass door, which Effie had not quite shut, and very soon found her way into the spare room.