Mr. Granger leaned back in his chair, and knitted his brows in intense study. "T-a-s-s-e, cup."
"No-o, papa," said the fairy at his knee.
"T-a-z-z-a, cup!" he essayed again.
Dora shook her flossy curls.
"T-a-z-a, cup!" he said desperately.
The child looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"Oh!" he said, "c-u-p, cup!" at which she screamed with delight.
"How blue it sounds," said Margaret. "Like a Canterbury bell with a handle to it."
A tray was brought in with coffee, which was Dora's signal to go to bed. She took an affectionate leave of all, but hid her face in Margaret's neck in saying good night.