But still it seemed very queer to Hugh.
Till now Jeanne had always been eager to talk about the tapestry castle, and full of fancies about Dudu and Houpet and the rest of the animals, and anxious to hear Hugh's dreams.

Now she seemed perfectly content with her every-day world, delighted with a new and beautiful china dinner-service which her godmother had sent her, and absorbed in cooking all manner of wonderful dishes for a grand dolls' feast, for which she was sending invitations to all her dolls, young and old, ugly and pretty, armless, footless, as were some, in the perfection of Parisian toilettes as were others.

For she had, like most only daughters, an immense collection of dolls, though she was not as fond of them as many little girls.
"I thought you didn't much care for dolls.

It was one of the things I liked you for at the first," said Hugh, in a slightly aggrieved tone of voice.

Lessons were over, and the children were busy at the important business of cooking the feast.