How could one be hungry when some inward power, past understanding, was making music in one's soul?
She followed Lloyd down to the table like one in a trance, but the spell was broken for awhile by Lloyd's persistent chatter.
"You know there's all sort of things you could have," she suggested, "if you wanted to use them in the piece.

Tarbaby and the Filipino pony, and we could even borrow the beah from Fairchance if you wanted anything like Beauty and the Beast.

We had that once though, at Jonesy's benefit, so maybe you wouldn't want to use it again." "There's to be a knight in it," answered Betty, "and he'll be mounted in one scene.

So we may need one of the ponies." Then she turned to her godmother.

"Do you suppose there is a spinning-wheel anywhere in the neighbourhood that we could borrow ?" "Yes, I have one of my great-grandmother's stored away in the trunk-room.
You may have that." The Little Colonel shrugged her shoulders impatiently.