a thing under the sun.
But it was a very big teacup, and quite full of milk and water, and,
you see,
There wasn't anybody there who could really drink milk and water except
Towser and me.
The dolls can only pretend, and then it washes the paint off
their lips,
And what Charles the canary drinks isn't worth speaking of, for he
takes such very small sips.
Joe says a kitchen-chair isn't a table; but it has got four legs and
a top, so it would be if the back wasn't there;
And that does for Charles to perch on, and I have to put the Prince
of Wales to lean against it, because his legs have no joints
to sit on a chair.

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That's the small doll. I call him the Prince of Wales because he's
the eldest son, you see;
For I've taken him for my brother, and he was Mother's doll before
I was born, so of course he is older than me.
Towser is my real live brother, but I don't think he's as old as the
Prince of Wales;
He's a perfect darling, though he whisks everything over he comes
near, and I tell him I don't know what we should do if
we all had tails.
His hair curls like mine in front, and grows short like a lion behind,
but no one need be frightened, for he's as good as good;
And as to roaring like a real menagerie lion, or eating people up,
I don't believe he would if he could.