She showed him the dolls.
"Now, this is the mother and this is the little baby of it, and we will have a tea-party." She drew up a chair, placed the two dolls under it, and pointed to the opening between the rungs.
"Here is the house, and here is a little door where to go in at.

You must be very, very particulyar when you go in.

Now what shall we cook ?" And she clasped her hands, looking up at him with waiting eagerness.
He suggested cake and tea.

But this answer proved to be wrong.
"Oh, _no_!"-- there was scorn in her tones--"Buffalo-hump and marrowbones and vebshtulls and lemon-coffee." He received the suggestion cordially, and tried to fall in with it, but she soon detected that his mind was not pliable enough for the game.

She was compelled at last to dismiss him, though she accomplished the ungracious thing tactfully.
"Perhaps you have some farming to do out at the barn, because my dollies can't _be_ very well with you at a tea-party, because you are too much." But she had shown a purpose of friendliness, and this sufficed him.