Come to my house says little brunette to little blonde, and we'll do everything that's forbidden (slide barefoot in the mud, eat jellybeans in bed) and be make-believe children (playing School, playing House); better still we'll be Orphans (without parents to tell us what to do) or Gypsies without a house at all: we'll live in the woods, keep all the pets we want to, especially lots and lots of dogs ""and we'll let them sleep with us. . . even if they have fleas. We'll train the fleas (as) a flea circus and take it all over the world. And earn lots of money. . . and buy wonderful presents for our parents. . . . And they'll say, 'But won't you please stay home? We're having jellybeans for breakfast.' "" Somewhere in the middle is a bicycle ride to the moon, which is when home truths become adult fancies--culminating in the flea circus that few children are familiar with. Cheerful quasi-cartoon pictures and a few apt impersonations (e.g., the irate teacher relenting) but on the whole an already overworked theme overelaborated.