So the little party set off again up the street. Biddy and Celestina--for now that Biddy's interest was awakened in the stranger child she had no idea of giving her up to the others--in front; Rosalys and her brother following; Jane Dodson, discreet and resigned, bringing up the rear. They had not far to walk, but Bridget's tongue made the most of its opportunities. 'Have you got a doll-house, then?' she inquired of Celestina; and as the little girl shook her head rather dolefully in reply, 'What do you get furniture' (Biddy called it 'fenniture') 'for, then? Is it for ornaments?' 'No; I've got a room, though not a doll-house,' Celestina replied. 'It once was a kitchen, but I played with it too much when I was little, and the things got spoilt. So father did it up for me with new paper like a parlour--a best parlour, you know. Not a parlour like you use every day.' 'I don't know what a parlour is,' said Biddy; 'we haven't got one at the Rectory, and we hadn't one in London either. We've only got a schoolroom, and a dining-room, and a droind-room, and a study for papa, and----' 'I forgot,' said Celestina. 'I remember mother told me that they don't call them parlours in big houses. It's a drawing-room I mean; only the dolls have their dinner in it, because I haven't got a dining-room. They haven't any bedroom either; but I put them to bed in a very nice little basket, with a handkerchief and cotton-wool. It's very comfortable.' 'Yes?' said Bridget, greatly interested, 'and what more? Tell me, please. It sounds so nice.' 'Sometimes,' Celestina went on--'sometimes I take them to the country--on the table, you know--and then I build them a house with books. It does very well if it's only a visit to the country, but it wouldn't do for a always house, 'cos it has to be cleared away for dinner.' Biddy's mouth and eyes were wide open. 'We have dinner in the dining-room with papa and mamma,' she said; 'so we don't need to clear away off the schoolroom table except for tea. That's in London. I don't know where we're to have tea here, when Miss Millet comes back. Don't you have dinner with your papa and mamma--when they have luncheon, you know?' In her turn Celestina stared. 'I don't know how you mean. We all have dinner in the parlour,' she said, 'like--like everybody. But this is our shop,' she added, stopping and turning so as to face the others. 'If you please, miss,' she went on to Rosalys, 'this is father's shop. If you'll come in, he'll be there.'