That afternoon the four girls realised for the first time that Dandelion Cottage was provided with a doorbell. In response to its lively jingling, Mabel dropped the potato she was peeling with neatness but hardly with dispatch, and hurried to the door.
"Is your moth—is the lady of the house at home?" asked Mrs. Crane.
"Yes'm, all of us are—there's four," stammered Mabel, who wasn't quite sure of her ability to entertain a grown-up caller. "Please walk in. Oh! don't sit down in that one, please! There's only two legs on that chair, and it always goes down flat."
"Dear me," said Mrs. Crane, moving toward the cosy corner, "I shouldn't have suspected it."
"Oh, you can't sit there, either," exclaimed Mabel. "You see, that's the Tucker baby taking his nap."
"My land!" said stout Mrs. Crane, "I thought it was one of those new fashioned roll pillows."
