copper with a basket of clothes-pegs on top of it. The little window, spun
over with cobwebs, had a piece of candle and a mouse-trap on the dusty
sill. There were clotheslines criss-crossed overhead and, hanging from a
peg on the wall, a very big, a huge, rusty horseshoe. The table was in the
middle with a form at either side.

"You can't be a bee, Kezia. A bee's not an animal. It's a ninseck."

"Oh, but I do want to be a bee frightfully," wailed Kezia...A tiny bee, all
yellow-furry, with striped legs. She drew her legs up under her and leaned
over the table. She felt she was a bee.

"A ninseck must be an animal," she said stoutly. "It makes a noise. It's
not like a fish."

"I'm a bull, I'm a bull!" cried Pip. And he gave such a tremendous bellow-
-how did he make that noise?--that Lottie looked quite alarmed.

"I'll be a sheep," said little Rags. "A whole lot of sheep went past this
morning."

"How do you know?"

"Dad heard them. Baa!" He sounded like the little lamb that trots behind
and seems to wait to be carried.

"Cock-a-doodle-do!" shrilled Isabel. With her red cheeks and bright eyes
she looked like a rooster.

"What'll I be?" Lottie asked everybody, and she sat there smiling, waiting