Dolls in Heaven! The idea!" "Nor cats either ?" "No.

Don't ask such wicked questions." Mary-'Gusta asked no more questions of that kind, but her conviction that Heaven--Mrs.Hobbs' Heaven--was a good place for housekeepers and grown-ups but a poor one for children was strengthened.
They entered the house by the kitchen door and ascended the back stairs to Mary-'Gusta's room.

The shades in all the rooms were drawn and the house was dark and gloomy.

The child would have asked the reason for this, but at the first hint of a question Mrs.Hobbs bade her hush.
"You mustn't talk," she said.
"Why mustn't I ?" "Because 'tain't the right thing to do, that's why.

Now hurry up and get dressed." Mary-'Gusta silently wriggled out of her everyday frock, was led to the washstand and vigorously scrubbed.