Anna was the youngest of her three dolls; that is to say, Anna was
smaller than either Sara or Margaret. It seemed to Juliet that to be
without a parlor was to lack elegance. Mr. Jeminy rubbed his chin.
"Isn't Anna very young," he asked, "to keep company in the parlor?"

"No, she isn't," said Juliet.

Then, as Mr. Jeminy made no reply, she added, "She's six, going on
seven."

Mr. Jeminy sighed. "Is she indeed?" he remarked absently. "It is a
charming age. I wish I were able to see the world again through the
eyes of six, going on seven. What a noble world it would seem, full of
pleasant people."

"So," declared Juliet, "we have to have a parlor."

However, she could not sit still very long.

Presently she hopped down from the feed bin. "Look," she said, "this
is the way to fly." She began to dance about, waving her arms.
"This," she declared, "is the way the bees go." And she ran up and
down, crying "buzz, buzz."

She decided to play house, by herself. Arranging her three dolls, made
of rags and sawdust, on top of the bin, she stood before them, with her
fingers in her mouth. Then all at once she began to play.

"My goodness," she exclaimed, "I'm surprised at you. Look at your
clothes, every which way. Margaret, do sit up. And Sara--you'll be