When they got home she eyed every bundle that was taken out , and one large heavy one , which Franz took straight upstairs and hid in the nursery , filled her with amazement and curiosity . Something very mysterious went on up there that afternoon , for Franz was hammering , and Asia trotting up and down , and Aunt Jo flying around like a will-o ' - the-wisp , with all sort of things under her apron , while little Ted , who was the only child admitted , because he could n't talk plain , babbled and laughed , and tried to tell what the `` sumpin pitty '' was . All this made Daisy half-wild , and her excitement spread among the boys , who quite overwhelmed Mother Bhaer with offers of assistance , which she declined by quoting their own words to Daisy : `` Girls ca n't play with boys . This is for Daisy , and Bess , and me , so we do n't want you . '' Whereupon the young gentlemen meekly retired , and invited Daisy to a game of marbles , horse , football , anything she liked , with a sudden warmth and politeness which astonished her innocent little soul . Thanks to these attentions , she got through the afternoon , went early to bed , and next morning did her lessons with an energy which made Uncle Fritz wish that a new game could be invented every day . Quite a thrill pervaded the school-room when Daisy was dismissed at eleven o'clock , for everyone knew that now she was going to have the new and mysterious play . Many eyes followed her as she ran away , and Demi 's mind was so distracted by this event that when Franz asked him where the desert of Sahara was , he mournfully replied , `` In the nursery , '' and the whole school laughed at him . `` Aunt Jo , I 've done all my lessons , and I ca n't wait one single minute more ! '' cried Daisy , flying into Mrs. Bhaer 's room . `` It 's all ready , come on ; '' and tucking Ted under one arm , and her workbasket under the other , Aunt Jo promptly led the way upstairs . `` I do n't see anything , '' said Daisy , staring about her as she got inside the nursery door . `` Do you hear anything ? '' asked Aunt Jo , catching Ted back by his little frock as he was making straight for one side of the room . Daisy did hear an odd crackling , and then a purry little sound as of a kettle singing . These noises came from behind a curtain drawn before a deep bay window . Daisy snatched it back , gave one joyful , `` Oh ! '' and then stood gazing with delight at what do you think ? A wide seat ran round the three sides of the window ; on one side hung and stood all sorts of little pots and pans , gridirons and skillets ; on the other side a small dinner and tea set ; and on the middle part a cooking-stove . Not a tin one , that was of no use , but a real iron stove , big enough to cook for a large family of very hungry dolls .
But the best of it was that a real fire burned in it , real steam XXXXX out of the nose of the little tea-kettle , and the lid of the little boiler actually danced a jig , the water inside bubbled so hard .
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