She went into the dining-room and opened the china closet.

She knew from her peep in the work-room that there would be more pieces than she had seen before; but she did not think or hope that a full half dozen tea set and plates, bowl, platter, and pitcher would be waiting for her.
"Why Ruth, what made you tire yourself to come down?
I intended to return in a few minutes." "Oh Man!" cried the laughing Girl, as she clung pantingly to a bridge pillar for support, "I just had to come to tell you.

There are fairies! Really truly ones! They have found the remainder of the willow dishes for me, and now there are so many it isn't going to be a table at all.
It must be a little cupboard especially for them, in that space between the mantel and the bookcase.

There should be a shining brass tea canister, and a wafer box like the arts people make, and I'll pour tea and tend the chafing dish and you can toast the bread with a long fork over the coals, and we will have suppers on the living-room table, and it will be such fun." "Be seated!" cried the Harvester.

"Ruth, that's the longest speech I ever heard you make, and it sounded, praise the Lord, like a girl.