So they went in a wonderful place, all made of mirrors, and jars of bonbons, and long trays, as big as doll cradles, and filled with bonbons too. And they sat at a cool table, under a whirry fan, and had before them thick, foamy, frozen chocolate. And the Blue Linen Lady said:—
“But whose little girl are you, really?”
“I’m my little girl, I think,” said Littlegirl. “I don’t know who else’s.”
“With whom do you live?” asked the Lady.
“Some peoples,” said Littlegirl, “that’s other people’s muvvers. Don’t let’s say about them.”
“What shall we say about?” asked the Lady, smiling.
“Let’s pretend you was my muvver,” said Littlegirl.
The lady looked startled, but she nodded slowly.
“Very well,” she said. “I’ll play that. How do you play it?”
Littlegirl hesitated and looked down in her chocolate.