Dolls' house

Rambling along meadow paths hidden by long grasses he spied a farmyard, where, looking for all the world like a dolls’ house, stood a little hen coop.

Inside, everything was so small that it was like a dolls’ house.

‘You’re still playing with dolls’ houses?’ he’d said, laughing. ‘I thought you were a tomboy – I mean that’s what I liked about you. But I guess you’re girlier than I thought.’