Hugh didn't mind the cooking; he had even submitted to a paper cap which Jeanne had constructed for him on the model of that of the "chef" downstairs; he found great consolation in the beating up an egg which Marcelline had got for them as a great treat, and immense satisfaction in watching the stewing, in one of Jeanne's toy pans on the nursery fire, of a preparation of squashed prunes, powdered chocolate, and bread crumbs, which was to represent a "ragout a la"-- I really do not remember what.
"I thought you didn't care for dolls, Jeanne," Hugh repeated.

"It would be ever so much nicer to have all the animals at our feast.

We could put them on chairs all round the table.

That _would_ be some fun." "They wouldn't sit still one minute," said Jeanne.

"How funny you are to think of such a thing, Cheri! Of course it would be fun if they _would_, but fancy Dudu and Grignan helping themselves with knives and forks like people." Jeanne burst out laughing at the idea, and laughed so heartily that Hugh could not help laughing too.