| For the Children's Hour|
|by Carolyn Sherwin Bailey|
|A choice collection of stories for the preschool child, carefully selected, adapted, and arranged by two veteran kindergarten teachers. Includes nature stories, holiday stories, fairy tales and fables, as well as stories of home life. Emphasis is placed on fanciful tales for their value in the training of the imagination and on cumulative tales for developing a child's sense of humor and appealing to his instinctive love of rhyme and jingle. Ages 4-7 |
WHO ATE THE DOLLY'S DINNER?
Isabel Gordon Curtis in "Good Housekeeping."
"WHY can't dollies have a Thanksgiving dinner as well
as real folks?" asked Polly Pine.
"I don't know why," said mamma, laughing; "go and dress
them in their best clothes, get the doll's house swept
and dusted and the table ready. Then I'll fix their
dinner before we go downstairs."
"Oh, how nice!" said Polly Pine.
The doll house stood in the nursery. It was very big
and very beautiful. It was painted red; it had tall
chimneys, and a fine front door with R. Bliss on a
brass plate. There were lace curtains at the windows,
and two steps led up to the cunning little piazza.
Polly Pine swept the rooms with her tiny broom and
dusted them. Then she set the table in the dining-room
with the very best dishes and the finest silver. She
set a teeny vase in the middle of the table, with two
violets in it, and she put dolly table-napkins at each
When the house was all nice and clean she dressed
Lavinia in her pink muslin, and Dora Jane in her gray
velvet, and Hannah Welch in her yellow silk; then she
seated them around the table, each one in her own
chair. Polly was just telling them about
manners, how they must not eat with their knives, or
leave their teaspoons in their cups when they drank
their tea, when the door opened and in came mamma with
a real doll's Thanksgiving dinner.
There was a chicken-bone to put on the platter before
Hannah Welch, for Hannah always did the carving. There
were cunning little dishes of mashed potato and
cranberry sauce, and some celery in a tiny tumbler, and
the smallest squash pie baked in a patty pan. Polly
Pine just hopped up and down with delight when she saw
it. She set everything on the table; then she ran away
to put on her nicest muslin frock with the pink
ribbons, and she went downstairs to her own dinner.
There were gentlemen there for dinner—gentlemen Polly
was very fond of—and she had a nice time visiting with
one of them. He could change his table-napkin into a
white rabbit, and she forgot all about the dolls'
Thanksgiving dinner until it was dessert-time and the
nuts and raisins came in.
Then Polly remembered, and she jumped down from her
chair and asked mamma if she might go upstairs and see
if the dolls had eaten their dinner. When mamma told
about the doll-house Thanksgiving, all the family
wanted to go, too, to find out if the dolls had enjoyed
The front door of the doll house was open, and there
sat the dolls just as their little mistress had left
them—only they had eaten nearly all the dinner!
Everything was gone except the potato and the cranberry
sauce. The chicken leg was picked bare, the bread was
nibbled, and the little pie was eaten all around.
"Well, this is funny," said papa.
Just then they heard a funny, scratching noise in
 the doll house, and a little gray mouse jumped out from
under the table. He ran out the front door of the doll
house, and over the piazza, and down the steps before
you could say "Jack Robinson." In a minute he was
gone—nobody knew where. There was another tiny mouse
in the doll house under the parlor sofa, and a third
one under Lavinia's bed, with a poor, frightened, gray
tail sticking out. They all got away safe. Papa would
not allow mamma to go for the cat. He said:
"Why can't a poor little mouse have a Thanksgiving
dinner as well as we?"
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