"right between his eyes; and he almost kisses me. He wants to say, 'I
love you.' I can see it in his eyes."

By this time Flossy had finished her doll's garment, and, putting it on
the little thing's shoulders, held up the doll to be admired.

"I think her opera cloak is very 'bewitching,' don't you, Susy? It is
trimmed with ermine, because she is a queen, and is going to the opera."

"It looks well enough," said Susy, indifferently, "but it isn't ermine;
it's only white cat's fur, with black spots sewed on,"

"Of course it isn't real ermine!" replied Florence; "but I play that it
is, and it's just as well."

"But you know all the while it's a make-believe. She hasn't any more
sense than a stick of wood, either; and I don't see any sport in playing
with dolls."

"And I don't see any sense in fairy stories," retorted Flossy. "Do you
know what Percy says about you? He says your head is as full of airy
notions as a dandelion top. I love Queen Mab as if she was my own
sister," continued Flossy, in a pettish tone. "You know I do, Susy. I
always thought, if anything should happen to Queen Mab, and I lost her,
I should certainly dress in mourning; now you needn't laugh."

"O, I can't help laughing, when anybody makes such a fuss over a doll,"
replied Susy, with a curl of the lip. "Anything that isn't alive, and
hasn't any sense, and don't care for you! I like canary birds, and
babies, and ponies, and that's enough to like."