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Tea Party

I don't recognize where I am at. I am inside a nice home? The colors are golds and browns. I am dressed in my cavalry uniform. I am also waiting for someone to return or appear from somewhere. A child about 6 years old comes up to me. It is a little girl in a white ruffled dress with a ribbon in her hair.

She and I are quite alone in this hallway. She is tugging on my uniform jacket and saying something to me. I look down at her and she says that she has no one to play with and wonders if I will come and have tea with her. There is no one around and I get the impression that no one will really miss me. I figure it won't harm to humor the child. She is very much into the part of being a lady and walks and talks to me in a most formal manner. She also has no awareness of who I am. I am literally a stranger to her and she has decided that I am a candidate to be good company.

She takes my hand and leads me to a well lit spacious room with white walls. It is her play room. This is the child of a very wealthy family. She has a small table with small chairs and has a small tea set placed upon the table. She has everything necessary to be the best of hostesses. She has dolls seated at the table and removes on of them and indicates that this vacated spot is for me.

So I sit down in this really small chair and my knees seem to be a problem, so I try to sit sideways at the table. She is about to introduce me to her dolls and then realizes that she doesn't know my name. I tell her, but she insists on knowing my military rank. She then proceeds to introduce me to the dolls as Herr Rittmeister. I suppose that was easier for her to remember.

At some point someone finds me. I can't focus on the person in the doorway, but I must excuse myself from my tiny hostess. She didn't seem to be too upset and acted like a lady seeing her guest to the door. This child was obviously very exposed to polite society. The person at the door was an officer.

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