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 is the coziest hour in the world. Lovely trees, just about as tall as you, grow on each side of a cozy walk and, after the Princess' levee which, like all other events of importance in Cozytown, takes place at three o'clock, the Cozytown people walk arm in arm beneath the trees.

After this comes croquet in the Princess' garden, which is larger than other gardens. Some folks would think that croquet set very small, but it is quite large enough for the Cozytown folk, and here I've spoken not a word about them—I must begin at once.

Well, right next to the white courthouse lives Princess Poppsy—not in a castle—pshaw—there is nothing cozy about a castle—but in one of the little rose-covered cottages. There are porches on all sides and a lovely swing on the front one. There is a pink sitting room, where a cozy tea table is always set ready for tea, and where tiny rocking chairs and sofas with pink cushions all plumped stand ready for company. There is a tall white cupboard in one corner, and that is where the Princess Poppsy keeps her peppermint drops. You have no idea how fond of these dainties the people of Cozytown are.

Next to the sitting room is a red room filled with tiny tables and chairs. On each table there is a game—there are checkers and parchesi, lotto and old maids, authors and tiddildy winks—in fact all the games you have ever heard of! The dining room is in grey, which is the latest thing, and back of that is a kitchen with a gas stove and all modern conveniences. A comfortable looking Dinah doll was sitting in a rocking chair shelling peas as I peeped into the kitchen. She told me that the Princess was upstairs; so I went around to the side of the house and looked into the window of the bedroom.

It was lovely. A four-poster bed with dimity hangings, just about the size of a large crib, stood in the centre, and there was a dressing table with white candles and pink brushes, a bureau, and two comfortable rocking chairs. The Princess