Mamma and my sister Belle go out to afternoon teas and receptions, and
when they come home I hear them tell how this one looked, and what that
one did, and what the other one said, and what they all wore, and oh!
how I do enjoy it.
Then I have an afternoon tea for my dolls. I have my own set of dishes,
and my own tea-tray, and I pass the cups around to them just as if they
were real folks.
Blanche Amelia and Capitola sit up and behave their best, but John Henry
will put his arms on the table, although I have told him it is not nice
to do so.
When I play afternoon tea I have to eat all the goodies myself, and
drink all the warm milk, which I call tea, and when the play is over I
am ever so tired. But not a bit hungry. Oh, no!