He said, rather sullenly, "How do you do? and take off your
hat. But I don't know your name."
"My name is Anne Lewis," said his guest. "And this is Honey-Sweet. I
know your name. Martha told me. You are Dunlop Marshall. Your little
brother's name is Arthur. What a soft, curly, white little dog!"
"'At's my Fluffles," explained Arthur.
"Do you know any more stories, Anne Lewis?" inquired Dunlop. "Martha
said she 'spected you didn't."
"Yes, I do."
"How many?"
"O--oh! I don't know. Many as I want to make up. I'm playing a story now
while I wash dishes--this is my dining-room week. I pretend that a funny
little dwarf climbed the beanstalk with Jack--and when the giant tumbled
down he stayed up there in the giant's castle. Do you want to hear that
story?"
"You bet! Tell on," said Dunlop--and then added, as an afterthought,
"please."
"'Please!' Ain't that wonderful?" commented Martha. "Why, you make him
have manners!"
An hour or two later, Mrs. Marshall came into the nursery to see the
little girl whom her son had insisted on having as his guest. Martha was
serving refreshments--animal crackers and cambric tea.
"Anne has to go at five o'clock," Dunlop explained.
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