They read books, shared a drink and had a good old time together.
A little confused? For about 2 or 3 days, the first place Tilly would go in the morning when she came downstairs was right in front of the oven. She would look at her reflection and it was like she was meeting up with a long lost friend. They would sing, laugh, talk, read, or just sit quietly together. It was a riot. I really think she believes there is a little girl who comes to visit her whenever she goes and sits on the rug by the stove. What a funny kid. I love it.