sensible Jean. "The windows are covered with dust and the floor is just black."
"This," said Marjory, opening a door, "must be the dining-room. Oh! What a cunning little corner cupboard—just the place for our dishes."
"You mean it would be if we had any," said Mabel. "Mine are all smashed."
"Pooh!" said Jean. "We don't mean doll things—we want real, grown-up ones. Why, what a cunning little bedroom."
"There's one off the parlour, too," said Marjory, "and it's even cunninger than this."
"My! what a horrid place!" exclaimed Mabel, poking an inquisitive nose into another unexplored room, and as hastily withdrawing that offended feature. "Mercy I'm all over spider webs."
"That's the kitchen," explained Bettie. "Most of the plaster has fallen down and it's rained in a good deal. But here's a good stovepipe hole and such a cunning cup-
