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+Title: Racketty-Packetty House
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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RACKETTY-PACKETTY HOUSE ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Nicole Apostola
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+
+RACKETTY-PACKETTY HOUSE
+As told by Queen Crosspatch
+
+By
+Frances Hodgson Burnett
+Author of "Little Lord Fauntleroy"
+
+With illustrations by Harrison Cady
+
+[Transcribers note: see frontispiece.jpg, dance.jpg and fairy.jpg]
+
+
+
+Now this is the story about the doll family I liked and the doll
+family I didn't. When you read it you are to remember something I
+am going to tell you. This is it: If you think dolls never do
+anything you don't see them do, you are very much mistaken. When
+people are not looking at them they can do anything they choose.
+They can dance and sing and play on the piano and have all sorts of
+fun. But they can only move about and talk when people turn their
+backs and are not looking. If any one looks, they just stop.
+Fairies know this and of course Fairies visit in all the dolls'
+houses where the dolls are agreeable. They will not associate,
+though, with dolls who are not nice. They never call or leave their
+cards at a dolls' house where the dolls are proud or bad tempered.
+They are very particular. If you are conceited or ill-tempered
+yourself, you will never know a fairy as long as you live.
+
+Queen Crosspatch.
+
+
+
+RACKETTY-PACKETTY HOUSE
+
+Racketty-Packetty House was in a corner of Cynthia's nursery. And
+it was not in the best corner either. It was in the corner behind
+the door, and that was not at all a fashionable neighborhood.
+Racketty-Packetty House had been pushed there to be out of the way
+when Tidy Castle was brought in, on Cynthia's birthday. As soon as
+she saw Tidy Castle Cynthia did not care for Racketty-Packetty
+House and indeed was quite ashamed of it. She thought the corner
+behind the door quite good enough for such a shabby old dolls'
+house, when there was the beautiful big new one built like a castle
+and furnished with the most elegant chairs and tables and carpets
+and curtains and ornaments and pictures and beds and baths and
+lamps and book-cases, and with a knocker on the front door, and a
+stable with a pony cart in it at the back. The minute she saw it
+she called out:
+
+"Oh! what a beautiful doll castle! What shall we do with that
+untidy old Racketty-Packetty House now? It is too shabby and
+old-fashioned to stand near it."
+
+In fact, that was the way in which the old dolls' house got its
+name. It had always been called, "The Dolls' House," before, but
+after that it was pushed into the unfashionable neighborhood behind
+the door and ever afterwards--when it was spoken of at all--it was
+just called Racketty-Packetty House, and nothing else.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture tidyshire_castle.jpg]
+
+Of course Tidy Castle was grand, and Tidy Castle was new and had
+all the modern improvements in it, and Racketty-Packetty House was
+as old-fashioned as it could be. It had belonged to Cynthia's
+Grandmamma and had been made in the days when Queen Victoria was a
+little girl, and when there were no electric lights even in
+Princesses' dolls' houses. Cynthia's Grandmamma had kept it very
+neat because she had been a good housekeeper even when she was
+seven years old. But Cynthia was not a good housekeeper and she did
+not re-cover the furniture when it got dingy, or re-paper the
+walls, or mend the carpets and bedclothes, and she never thought of
+such a thing as making new clothes for the doll family, so that of
+course their early Victorian frocks and capes and bonnets grew in
+time to be too shabby for words. You see, when Queen Victoria was a
+little girl, dolls wore queer frocks and long pantalets and boy
+dolls wore funny frilled trousers and coats which it would almost
+make you laugh to look at.
+
+But the Racketty-Packetty House family had known better days. I and
+my Fairies had known them when they were quite new and had been a
+birthday present just as Tidy Castle was when Cynthia turned eight
+years old, and there was as much fuss about them when their house
+arrived as Cynthia made when she saw Tidy Castle.
+
+Cynthia's Grandmamma had danced about and clapped her hands with
+delight, and she had scrambled down upon her knees and taken the
+dolls out one by one and thought their clothes beautiful. And she
+had given each one of them a grand name.
+
+"This one shall be Amelia," she said. "And this one is Charlotte,
+and this is Victoria Leopoldina, and this one Aurelia Matilda, and
+this one Leontine, and this one Clotilda, and these boys shall be
+Augustus and Rowland and Vincent and Charles Edward Stuart."
+
+For a long time they led a very gay and fashionable life. They had
+parties and balls and were presented at Court and went to Royal
+Christenings and Weddings and were married themselves and had
+families and scarlet fever and whooping cough and funerals and
+every luxury. But that was long, long ago, and now all was changed.
+Their house had grown shabbier and shabbier, and their clothes had
+grown simply awful; and Aurelia Matilda and Victoria Leopoldina had
+been broken to bits and thrown into the dust-bin, and Leontine--who
+had really been the beauty of the family--had been dragged out on
+the hearth rug one night and had had nearly all her paint licked
+off and a leg chewed up by a Newfoundland puppy, so that she was a
+sight to behold. As for the boys; Rowland and Vincent had quite
+disappeared, and Charlotte and Amelia always believed they had run
+away to seek their fortunes, because things were in such a state at
+home. So the only ones who were left were Clotilda and Amelia and
+Charlotte and poor Leontine and Augustus and Charles Edward Stuart.
+Even they had their names changed.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture ridiklis.jpg]
+
+After Leontine had had her paint licked off so that her head had
+white bald spots on it and she had scarcely any features, a boy
+cousin of Cynthia's had put a bright red spot on each cheek and
+painted her a turned up nose and round saucer blue eyes and a
+comical mouth. He and Cynthia had called her, "Ridiklis" instead of
+Leontine, and she had been called that ever since. All the dolls
+were jointed Dutch dolls, so it was easy to paint any kind of
+features on them and stick out their arms and legs in any way you
+liked, and Leontine did look funny after Cynthia's cousin had
+finished. She certainly was not a beauty but her turned up nose and
+her round eyes and funny mouth always seemed to be laughing so she
+really was the most good-natured looking creature you ever saw.
+
+Charlotte and Amelia, Cynthia had called Meg and Peg, and Clotilda
+she called Kilmanskeg, and Augustus she called Gustibus, and
+Charles Edward Stuart was nothing but Peter Piper. So that was the
+end of their grand names.
+
+The truth was, they went through all sorts of things, and if they
+had not been such a jolly lot of dolls they might have had fits and
+appendicitis and died of grief. But not a bit of it. If you will
+believe it, they got fun out of everything. They used to just
+scream with laughter over the new names, and they laughed so much
+over them that they got quite fond of them. When Meg's pink silk
+flounces were torn she pinned them up and didn't mind in the least,
+and when Peg's lace mantilla was played with by a kitten and
+brought back to her in rags and tags, she just put a few stitches
+in it and put it on again; and when Peter Piper lost almost the
+whole leg of one of his trousers he just laughed and said it made
+it easier for him to kick about and turn somersaults and he wished
+the other leg would tear off too.
+
+You never saw a family have such fun. They could make up stories
+and pretend things and invent games out of nothing. And my Fairies
+were so fond of them that I couldn't keep them away from the dolls'
+house. They would go and have fun with Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg
+and Gustibus and Peter Piper, even when I had work for them to do
+in Fairyland. But there, I was so fond of that shabby disrespectable
+family myself that I never would scold much about them, and I often
+went to see them. That is how I know so much about them. They were
+so fond of each other and so good-natured and always in such
+spirits that everybody who knew them was fond of them. And it was
+really only Cynthia who didn't know them and thought them only a
+lot of old disreputable looking Dutch dolls--and Dutch dolls were
+quite out of fashion. The truth was that Cynthia was not a
+particularly nice little girl, and did not care much for anything
+unless it was quite new. But the kitten who had torn the lace
+mantilla got to know the family and simply loved them all, and the
+Newfoundland puppy was so sorry about Leontine's paint and her left
+leg, that he could never do enough to make up. He wanted to marry
+Leontine as soon as he grew old enough to wear a collar, but
+Leontine said she would never desert her family; because now that
+she wasn't the beauty any more she became the useful one, and did
+all the kitchen work, and sat up and made poultices and beef tea
+when any of the rest were ill. And the Newfoundland puppy saw she
+was right, for the whole family simply adored Ridiklis and could
+not possibly have done without her. Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg
+could have married any minute if they had liked. There were two
+cock sparrows and a gentleman mouse, who proposed to them over and
+over again. They all three said they did not want fashionable wives
+but cheerful dispositions and a happy, home. But Meg and Peg were
+like Ridiklis and could not bear to leave their families--besides
+not wanting to live in nests, and hatch eggs--and Kilmanskeg said
+she would die of a broken heart if she could not be with Ridiklis,
+and Ridiklis did not like cheese and crumbs and mousy things, so
+they could never live together in a mouse hole. But neither the
+gentleman mouse nor the sparrows were offended because the news was
+broken to them so sweetly and they went on visiting just as before.
+Everything was as shabby and disrespectable and as gay and happy as
+it could be until Tidy Castle was brought into the nursery and then
+the whole family had rather a fright.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture mouse.jpg]
+
+It happened in this way:
+
+When the dolls' house was lifted by the nurse and carried into the
+corner behind the door, of course it was rather an exciting and
+shaky thing for Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg and Gustibus and Peter
+Piper (Ridiklis was out shopping). The furniture tumbled about and
+everybody had to hold on to anything they could catch hold of. As
+it was, Kilmanskeg slid under a table and Peter Piper sat down in
+the coal-box; but notwithstanding all this, they did not lose their
+tempers and when the nurse sat their house down on the floor with a
+bump, they all got up and began to laugh. Then they ran and peeped
+out of the windows and then they ran back and laughed again.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture fashionable_wives.jpg]
+
+"Well," said Peter Piper, "we have been called Meg and Peg and
+Kilmanskeg and Gustibus and Peter Piper instead of our grand names,
+and now we live in a place called Racketty-Packetty House. Who
+cares! Let's join hands and have a dance."
+
+And they joined hands and danced round and round and kicked up
+their heels, and their rags and tatters flew about and they laughed
+until they fell down; one on top of the other.
+
+It was just at this minute that Ridiklis came back. The nurse had
+found her under a chair and stuck her in through a window. She sat
+on the drawing-room sofa which had holes in its covering and the
+stuffing coming out, and her one whole leg stuck out straight in
+front of her, and her bonnet and shawl were on one side and her
+basket was on her left arm full of things she had got cheap at
+market. She was out of breath and rather pale through being lifted
+up and swished through the air so suddenly, but her saucer eyes and
+her funny mouth looked as cheerful as ever.
+
+"Good gracious, if you knew what I have just heard!" she said. They
+all scrambled up and called out together.
+
+"Hello! What is it?"
+
+"The nurse said the most awful thing," she answered them. "When
+Cynthia asked what she should do with this old Racketty-Packetty
+House, she said, 'Oh! I'll put it behind the door for the present
+and then it shall be carried down-stairs and burned. It's too
+disgraceful to be kept in any decent nursery.'"
+
+"Oh!" cried out Peter Piper.
+
+"Oh!" said Gustibus.
+
+"Oh! Oh! Oh!" said Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg. "Will they burn our
+dear old shabby house? Do you think they will?" And actually tears
+began to run down their cheeks.
+
+Peter Piper sat down on the floor all at once with his hands
+stuffed in his pockets.
+
+"I don't care how shabby it is," he said. "It's a jolly nice old
+place and it's the only house we've ever had."
+
+"I never want to have any other," said Meg.
+
+Gustibus leaned against the wall with his hands stuffed in his
+pockets.
+
+"I wouldn't move if I was made King of England," he said.
+"Buckingham Palace wouldn't be half as nice."
+
+"We've had such fun here," said Peg. And Kilmanskeg shook her head
+from side to side and wiped her eyes on her ragged pocket-handkerchief.
+There is no knowing what would have happened to them if Peter Piper
+hadn't cheered up as he always did.
+
+"I say," he said, "do you hear that noise?" They all listened and
+heard a rumbling. Peter Piper ran to the window and looked out and
+then ran back grinning.
+
+"It's the nurse rolling up the arm-chair before the house to hide
+it, so that it won't disgrace the castle. Hooray! Hooray! If they
+don't see us they will forget all about us and we shall not be
+burned up at all. Our nice old Racketty-Packetty House will be left
+alone and we can enjoy ourselves more than ever--because we sha'n't
+be bothered with Cynthia--Hello! let's all join hands and have a
+dance."
+
+So they all joined hands and danced round in a ring again and they
+were so relieved that they laughed and laughed until they all
+tumbled down in a heap just as they had done before, and rolled
+about giggling and squealing. It certainly seemed as if they were
+quite safe for some time at least. The big easy chair hid them and
+both the nurse and Cynthia seemed to forget that there was such a
+thing as a Racketty-Packetty House in the neighborhood. Cynthia was
+so delighted with Tidy Castle that she played with nothing else for
+days and days. And instead of being jealous of their grand
+neighbors the Racketty-Packetty House people began to get all sorts
+of fun out of watching them from their own windows. Several of
+their windows were broken and some had rags and paper stuffed into
+the broken panes, but Meg and Peg and Peter Piper would go and peep
+out of one, and Gustibus and Kilmanskeg would peep out of another,
+and Ridiklis could scarcely get her dishes washed and her potatoes
+pared because she could see the Castle kitchen from her scullery
+window. It was _so_ exciting!
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture ridiklis_cooking.jpg]
+
+The Castle dolls were grand beyond words, and they were all lords
+and ladies. These were their names. There was Lady Gwendolen Vere
+de Vere. She was haughty and had dark eyes and hair and carried her
+head thrown back and her nose in the air. There was Lady Muriel
+Vere de Vere, and she was cold and lovely and indifferent and
+looked down the bridge of her delicate nose. And there was Lady
+Doris, who had fluffy golden hair and laughed mockingly at
+everybody. And there was Lord Hubert and Lord Rupert and Lord
+Francis, who were all handsome enough to make you feel as if you
+could faint. And there was their mother, the Duchess of Tidyshire;
+and of course there were all sorts of maids and footmen and cooks
+and scullery maids and even gardeners.
+
+"We never thought of living to see such grand society," said Peter
+Piper to his brother and sisters. "It's quite a kind of blessing."
+
+"It's almost like being grand ourselves, just to be able to watch
+them," said Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg, squeezing together and
+flattening their noses against the attic windows.
+
+They could see bits of the sumptuous white and gold drawing-room
+with the Duchess sitting reading near the fire, her golden glasses
+upon her nose, and Lady Gwendolen playing haughtily upon the harp,
+and Lady Muriel coldly listening to her. Lady Doris was having her
+golden hair dressed by her maid in her bed-room and Lord Hubert was
+reading the newspaper with a high-bred air, while Lord Francis was
+writing letters to noblemen of his acquaintance, and Lord Rupert
+was--in an aristocratic manner--glancing over his love letters from
+ladies of title.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture duchess.jpg]
+
+Kilmanskeg and Peter Piper just pinched each other with glee and
+squealed with delight.
+
+"Isn't it fun," said Peter Piper. "I say; aren't they awful swells!
+But Lord Francis can't kick about in his trousers as I can in mine,
+and neither can the others. I'll like to see them try to do this,"--
+and he turned three summersaults in the middle of the room and
+stood on his head on the biggest hole in the carpet--and wiggled
+his legs and wiggled his toes at them until they shouted so with
+laughing that Ridiklis ran in with a saucepan in her hand and
+perspiration on her forehead, because she was cooking turnips,
+which was all they had for dinner.
+
+"You mustn't laugh so loud," she cried out. "If we make so much
+noise the Tidy Castle people will begin to complain of this being a
+low neighborhood and they might insist on moving away."
+
+"Oh! scrump!" said Peter Piper, who sometimes invented doll slang--
+though there wasn't really a bit of harm in him. "I wouldn't have
+them move away for anything. They are meat and drink to me."
+
+"They are going to have a dinner of ten courses," sighed Ridiklis,
+"I can see them cooking it from my scullery window. And I have
+nothing but turnips to give you."
+
+"Who cares!" said Peter Piper, "Let's have ten courses of turnips
+and pretend each course is exactly like the one they are having at
+the Castle."
+
+"I like turnips almost better than anything--almost--perhaps not
+quite," said Gustibus. "I can eat ten courses of turnips like a
+shot."
+
+"Let's go and find out what their courses are," said Meg and Peg
+and Kilmanskeg, "and then we will write a menu on a piece of pink
+tissue paper."
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture peter_piper.jpg]
+
+And if you'll believe it, that was what they did. They divided
+their turnips into ten courses and they called the first one--"Hors
+d'oeuvres," and the last one "Ices," with a French name, and Peter
+Piper kept jumping up from the table and pretending he was a
+footman and flourishing about in his flapping rags of trousers and
+announcing the names of the dishes in such a grand way that they
+laughed till they nearly died, and said they never had had such a
+splendid dinner in their lives, and that they would rather live
+behind the door and watch the Tidy Castle people than be the Tidy
+Castle people themselves.
+
+And then of course they all joined hands and danced round and round
+and kicked up their heels for joy, because they always did that
+whenever there was the least excuse for it--and quite often when
+there wasn't any at all, just because it was such good exercise and
+worked off their high spirits so that they could settle down for a
+while.
+
+This was the way things went on day after day. They almost lived at
+their windows. They watched the Tidy Castle family get up and be
+dressed by their maids and valets in different clothes almost every
+day. They saw them drive out in their carriages, and have parties,
+and go to balls. They all nearly had brain fever with delight the
+day they watched Lady Gwendolen and Lady Muriel and Lady Doris,
+dressed in their Court trains and feathers, going to be presented
+at the first Drawing-Room.
+
+After the lovely creatures had gone the whole family sat down in a
+circle round the Racketty-Packetty House library fire, and Ridiklis
+read aloud to them about Drawing-Rooms, out of a scrap of the
+Lady's Pictorial she had found, and after that they had a Court
+Drawing-Room of their own, and they made tissue-paper trains and
+glass bead crowns for diamond tiaras, and sometimes Gustibus
+pretended to be the Royal family, and the others were presented to
+him and kissed his hand, and then the others took turns and he was
+presented. And suddenly the most delightful thing occurred to Peter
+Piper. He thought it would be rather nice to make them all into
+lords and ladies and he did it by touching them on the shoulder
+with the drawing-room poker which he straightened because it was so
+crooked that it was almost bent double. It is not exactly the way
+such things are done at Court, but Peter Piper thought it would do--
+and at any rate it was great fun. So he made them all kneel down in
+a row and he touched each on the shoulder with the poker and said:
+
+"Rise up, Lady Meg and Lady Peg and Lady Kilmanskeg and Lady
+Ridiklis of Racketty-Packetty House-and also the Right Honorable
+Lord Gustibus Rags!" And they all jumped up at once and made bows
+and curtsied to each other. But they made Peter Piper into a Duke,
+and he was called the Duke of Tags. He knelt down on the big hole
+in the carpet and each one of them gave him a little thump on the
+shoulder with the poker, because it took more thumps to make a Duke
+than a common or garden Lord.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture duke.jpg]
+
+The day after this another much more exciting thing took place. The
+nurse was in a bad temper and when she was tidying the nursery she
+pushed the easy chair aside and saw Racketty-Packetty House.
+
+"Oh!" she said, "there is that Racketty-Packetty old thing still. I
+had forgotten it. It must be carried down-stairs and burned. I will
+go and tell one of the footmen to come for it."
+
+Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg were in their attic and they all rushed
+out in such a hurry to get down-stairs that they rolled all the way
+down the staircase, and Peter Piper and Gustibus had to dart out of
+the drawing-room and pick them up, Ridiklis came staggering up from
+the kitchen quite out of breath.
+
+"Oh! our house is going to be burned! Our house is going to be
+burned!" cried Meg and Peg clutching their brothers.
+
+"Let us go and throw ourselves out of the window!" cried
+Kilmanskeg.
+
+"I don't see how they can have the heart to burn a person's home!"
+said Ridiklis, wiping her eyes with her kitchen duster.
+
+Peter Piper was rather pale, but he was extremely brave and
+remembered that he was the head of the family.
+
+"Now, Lady Meg and Lady Peg and Lady Kilmanskeg," he said, "let us
+all keep cool."
+
+"We shan't keep cool when they set our house on fire," said
+Gustibus. Peter Piper just snapped his fingers.
+
+"Pooh!" he said. "We are only made of wood and it won't hurt a bit.
+We shall just snap and crackle and go off almost like fireworks and
+then we shall be ashes and fly away into the air and see all sorts
+of things. Perhaps it may be more fun than anything we have done
+yet."
+
+"But our nice old house! Our nice old Racketty-Packetty House,"
+said Ridiklis. "I do so love it. The kitchen is so convenient--even
+though the oven won't bake any more."
+
+And things looked most serious because the nurse really was
+beginning to push the arm-chair away. But it would not move and I
+will tell you why. One of my Fairies, who had come down the chimney
+when they were talking, had called me and I had come in a second
+with a whole army of my Workers, and though the nurse couldn't see
+them, they were all holding the chair tight down on the carpet so
+that it would not stir.
+
+And I--Queen Crosspatch--myself--flew downstairs and made the
+footman remember that minute that a box had come for Cynthia and
+that he must take it upstairs to her nursery. If I had not been on
+the spot he would have forgotten it until it was too late. But just
+in the very nick of time up he came, and Cynthia sprang up as soon
+as she saw him.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture footman.jpg]
+
+"Oh!" she cried out, "It must be the doll who broke her little leg
+and was sent to the hospital. It must be Lady Patsy."
+
+And she opened the box and gave a little scream of joy for there
+lay Lady Patsy (her whole name was Patricia) in a lace-frilled
+nightgown, with her lovely leg in bandages and a pair of tiny
+crutches and a trained nurse by her side.
+
+That was how I saved them that time. There was such excitement over
+Lady Patsy and her little crutches and her nurse that nothing else
+was thought of and my Fairies pushed the arm-chair back and
+Racketty-Packetty House was hidden and forgotten once more.
+
+The whole Racketty-Packetty family gave a great gasp of joy and sat
+down in a ring all at once, on the floor, mopping their foreheads
+with anything they could get hold of. Peter Piper used an
+antimacassar.
+
+"Oh! we are obliged to you, Queen B-bell--Patch," he panted out,
+"But these alarms of fire are upsetting."
+
+"You leave them to me," I said, "and I'll attend to them. Tip!" I
+commanded the Fairy nearest me. "You will have to stay about here
+and be ready to give the alarm when anything threatens to happen."
+And I flew away, feeling I had done a good morning's work.
+
+Well, that was the beginning of a great many things, and many of
+them were connected with Lady Patsy; and but for me there might
+have been unpleasantness.
+
+Of course the Racketty-Packetty dolls forgot about their fright
+directly, and began to enjoy themselves again as usual. That was
+their way. They never sat up all night with Trouble, Peter Piper
+used to say. And I told him they were quite right. If you make a
+fuss over trouble and put it to bed and nurse it and give it beef
+tea and gruel, you can never get rid of it.
+
+Their great delight now was Lady Patsy. They thought she was
+prettier than any of the other Tidy Castle dolls. She neither
+turned her nose up, nor looked down the bridge of it, nor laughed
+mockingly. She had dimples in the corners of her mouth and long
+curly lashes and her nose was saucy and her eyes were bright and
+full of laughs.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture house.jpg]
+
+"She's the clever one of the family," said Peter Piper. "I am sure
+of that."
+
+She was treated as an invalid at first, of course, and kept in her
+room; but they could see her sitting up in her frilled nightgown.
+After a few days she was carried to a soft chair lay the window and
+there she used to sit and look out; and the Racketty-Packetty House
+dolls crowded round their window and adored her.
+
+After a few days, they noticed that Peter Piper was often missing
+and one morning Ridiklis went up into the attic and found him
+sitting at a window all by himself and staring and staring.
+
+"Oh! Duke," she said (you see they always tried to remember each
+other's titles). "Dear me, Duke, what are you doing here?"
+
+"I am looking at her," he answered. "I'm in love. I fell in love
+with her the minute Cynthia took her out of her box. I am going to
+marry her."
+
+"But she's a lady of high degree," said Ridiklis quite alarmed.
+
+"That's why she'll have me," said Peter Piper in his most cheerful
+manner. "Ladies of high degree always marry the good looking ones
+in rags and tatters. If I had a whole suit of clothes on, she
+wouldn't look at me. I'm very good-looking, you know," and he
+turned round and winked at Ridiklis in such a delightful saucy way
+that she suddenly felt as if he _was_ very good-looking, though she
+had not thought of it before.
+
+"Hello," he said all at once. "I've just thought of something to
+attract her attention. Where's the ball of string?"
+
+Cynthia's kitten had made them a present of a ball of string which
+had been most useful. Ridiklis ran and got it, and all the others
+came running upstairs to see what Peter Piper was going to do. They
+all were delighted to hear he had fallen in love with the lovely,
+funny Lady Patsy. They found him standing in the middle of the
+attic unrolling the ball of string.
+
+"What are you going to do, Duke?" they all shouted.
+
+"Just you watch," he said, and he began to make the string into a
+rope ladder--as fast as lightning. When he had finished it, he
+fastened one end of it to a beam and swung the other end out of
+the window.
+
+"From her window," he said, "she can see Racketty-Packetty House
+and I'll tell you something. She's always looking at it. She
+watches us as much as we watch her, and I have seen her giggling
+and giggling when we were having fun. Yesterday when I chased Lady
+Meg and Lady Peg and Lady Kilmanskeg round and round the front of
+the house and turned summersaults every five steps, she laughed
+until she had to stuff her handkerchief into her mouth. When we
+joined hands and danced and laughed until we fell in heaps I
+thought she was going to have a kind of rosy-dimpled, lovely little
+fit, she giggled so. If I run down the side of the house on this
+rope ladder it will attract her attention and then I shall begin to
+do things."
+
+He ran down the ladder and that very minute they saw Lady Patsy at
+her window give a start and lean forward to look. They all crowded
+round their window and chuckled and chuckled as they watched him.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture chuckled.jpg]
+
+He turned three stately summersaults and stood on his feet and made
+a cheerful bow. The Racketty-Packettys saw Lady Patsy begin to
+giggle that minute. Then he took an antimacassar out of his pocket
+and fastened it round the edge of his torn trousers leg, as if it
+were lace trimming and began to walk about like a Duke--with his
+arms folded on his chest and his ragged old hat cocked on one side
+over his ear. Then the Racketty-Packettys saw Lady Patsy begin to
+laugh. Then Peter Piper stood on his head and kissed his hand and
+Lady Patsy covered her face and rocked backwards and forwards in
+her chair laughing and laughing.
+
+Then he struck an attitude with his tattered leg put forward
+gracefully and he pretended he had a guitar and he sang right up at
+her window.
+
+    "From Racketty-Packetty House I come,
+     It stands, dear Lady, in a slum,
+     A low, low slum behind the door
+     The stout arm-chair is placed before,
+     (Just take a look at it, my Lady).
+
+    "The house itself is a perfect sight,
+     And everybody's dressed like a perfect fright,
+     But no one cares a single jot
+     And each one giggles over his lot,
+     (And as for me, I'm in love with you).
+
+    "I can't make up another verse,
+     And if I did it would be worse,
+     But I could stand and sing all day,
+     If I could think of things to say,
+     (But the fact is I just wanted to make you look at me)."
+
+And then he danced such a lively jig that his rags and tags flew
+about him, and then he made another bow and kissed his hand again
+and ran up the ladder like a flash and jumped into the attic.
+
+After that Lady Patsy sat at her window all the time and would not
+let the trained nurse put her to bed at all; and Lady Gwendolen and
+Lady Muriel and Lady Doris could not understand it. Once Lady
+Gwendolen said haughtily and disdainfully and scornfully and
+scathingly:
+
+"If you sit there so much, those low Racketty-Packetty House people
+will think you are looking at them."
+
+"I am," said Lady Patsy, showing all her dimples at once. "They are
+such fun."
+
+And Lady Gwendolen swooned haughtily away, and the trained nurse
+could scarcely restore her.
+
+When the castle dolls drove out or walked in their garden, the
+instant they caught sight of one of the Racketty-Packettys they
+turned up their noses and sniffed aloud, and several times the
+Duchess said she would remove because the neighborhood was
+absolutely low. They all scorned the Racketty-Packettys--they just
+_scorned_ them.
+
+One moonlight night Lady Patsy was sitting at her window and she
+heard a whistle in the garden. When she peeped out carefully, there
+stood Peter Piper waving his ragged cap at her, and he had his rope
+ladder under his arm.
+
+"Hello," he whispered as loud as he could. "Could you catch a bit
+of rope if I threw it up to you?"
+
+"Yes," she whispered back.
+
+"Then catch this," he whispered again and he threw up the end of
+a string and she caught it the first throw. It was fastened to the
+rope ladder.
+
+"Now pull," he said.
+
+She pulled and pulled until the rope ladder reached her window and
+then she fastened that to a hook under the sill and the first thing
+that happened--just like lightning--was that Peter Piper ran up the
+ladder and leaned over her window ledge.
+
+"Will you marry me," he said. "I haven't anything to give you to
+eat and I am as ragged as a scarecrow, but will you?"
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture marry.jpg]
+
+She clapped her little hands.
+
+"I eat very little," she said. "And I would do without anything at
+all, if I could live in your funny old shabby house."
+
+"It is a ridiculous, tumbled-down old barn, isn't it?" he said.
+"But every one of us is as nice as we can be. We are perfect
+Turkish Delights. It's laughing that does it. Would you like to
+come down the ladder and see what a jolly, shabby old hole the
+place is?"
+
+"Oh! do take me," said Lady Patsy.
+
+So he helped her down the ladder and took her under the armchair
+and into Racketty-Packetty House and Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg
+and Ridiklis and Gustibus all crowded round her and gave little
+screams of joy at the sight of her.
+
+They were afraid to kiss her at first, even though she was engaged
+to Peter Piper. She was so pretty and her frock had so much lace on
+it that they were afraid their old rags might spoil her. But she
+did not care about her lace and flew at them and kissed and hugged
+them every one.
+
+"I have so wanted to come here," she said. "It's so dull at the
+Castle I had to break my leg just to get a change. The Duchess sits
+reading near the fire with her gold eye-glasses on her nose and
+Lady Gwendolen plays haughtily on the harp and Lady Muriel coldly
+listens to her, and Lady Doris is always laughing mockingly, and
+Lord Hubert reads the newspaper with a high-bred air, and Lord
+Francis writes letters to noblemen of his acquaintance, and Lord
+Rupert glances over his love letters from ladies of title, in an
+aristocratic manner--until I could _scream_. Just to see you dears
+dancing about in your rags and tags and laughing and inventing
+games as if you didn't mind anything, is such a relief."
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture rupert.jpg]
+
+She nearly laughed her little curly head off when they all went
+round the house with her, and Peter Piper showed her the holes in
+the carpet and the stuffing coming out of the sofas, and the
+feathers out of the beds, and the legs tumbling off the chairs. She
+had never seen anything like it before.
+
+"At the Castle, nothing is funny at all," she said. "And nothing
+ever sticks out or hangs down or tumbles off. It is so plain and
+new."
+
+"But I think we ought to tell her, Duke," Ridiklis said. "We may
+have our house burned over our heads any day." She really stopped
+laughing for a whole minute when she heard that, but she was rather
+like Peter Piper in disposition and she said almost immediately.
+
+"Oh! they'll never do it. They've forgotten you." And Peter Piper
+said:
+
+"Don't let's think of it. Let's all join hands and dance round and
+round and kick up our heels and laugh as hard as ever we can."
+
+And they did--and Lady Patsy laughed harder than any one else.
+After that she was always stealing away from Tidy Castle and coming
+in and having fun. Sometimes she stayed all night and slept with
+Meg and Peg and everybody invented new games and stories and they
+really never went to bed until daylight. But the Castle dolls grew
+more and more scornful every day, and tossed their heads higher and
+higher and sniffed louder and louder until it sounded as if they
+all had influenza. They never lost an opportunity of saying
+disdainful things and once the Duchess wrote a letter to Cynthia,
+saying that she insisted on removing to a decent neighborhood. She
+laid the letter in her desk but the gentleman mouse came in the
+night and carried it away. So Cynthia never saw it and I don't
+believe she could have read it if she had seen it because the
+Duchess wrote very badly--even for a doll.
+
+And then what do you suppose happened? One morning Cynthia began
+to play that all the Tidy Castle dolls had scarlet fever. She said
+it had broken out in the night and she undressed them all and put
+them into bed and gave them medicine. She could not find Lady
+Patsy, so _she_ escaped the contagion. The truth was that Lady
+Patsy had stayed all night at Racketty-Packetty House, where they
+were giving an imitation Court Ball with Peter Piper in a tin
+crown, and shavings for supper--because they had nothing else, and
+in fact the gentleman mouse had brought the shavings from his nest
+as a present.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture gentleman_mouse.jpg]
+
+Cynthia played nearly all day and the Duchess and Lady Gwendolen
+and Lady Muriel and Lady Doris and Lord Hubert and Lord Francis and
+Lord Rupert got worse and worse.
+
+By evening they were all raging in delirium and Lord Francis and
+Lady Gwendolen had strong mustard plasters on their chests. And
+right in the middle of their agony Cynthia suddenly got up and went
+away and left them to their fate--just as if it didn't matter in
+the least. Well in the middle of the night Meg and Peg and Lady
+Patsy wakened all at once.
+
+"Do you hear a noise?" said Meg, lifting her head from her ragged
+old pillow.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture noise.jpg]
+
+"Yes, I do," said Peg, sitting up and holding her ragged old
+blanket up to her chin.
+
+Lady Patsy jumped up with feathers sticking up all over her hair,
+because they had come out of the holes in the ragged old bed. She
+ran to the window and listened.
+
+"Oh! Meg and Peg!" she cried out. "It comes from the Castle.
+Cynthia has left them all raving in delirium and they are all
+shouting and groaning and screaming."
+
+Meg and Peg jumped up too.
+
+"Let's go and call Kilmanskeg and Ridiklis and Gustibus and Peter
+Piper," they said, and they rushed to the staircase and met
+Kilmanskeg and Ridiklis and Gustibus and Peter Piper coming
+scrambling up panting because the noise had wakened them as well.
+
+They were all over at Tidy Castle in a minute. They just tumbled
+over each other to get there--the kind-hearted things. The servants
+were every one fast asleep, though the noise was awful. The loudest
+groans came from Lady Gwendolen and Lord Francis because their
+mustard plasters were blistering them frightfully.
+
+Ridiklis took charge, because she was the one who knew most about
+illness. She sent Gustibus to waken the servants and then ordered
+hot water and cold water, and ice, and brandy, and poultices, and
+shook the trained nurse for not attending to her business--and took
+off the mustard plasters and gave gruel and broth and cough syrup
+and castor oil and ipecacuanha, and everyone of the Racketty-Packettys
+massaged, and soothed, and patted, and put wet cloths on heads,
+until the fever was gone and the Castle dolls all lay back on their
+pillows pale and weak, but smiling faintly at every Racketty-Packetty
+they saw, instead of turning up their noses and tossing their heads
+and sniffing loudly, and just _scorning_ them.
+
+Lady Gwendolen spoke first and instead of being haughty and
+disdainful, she was as humble as a new-born kitten.
+
+"Oh! you dear, shabby, disrespectable, darling things!" she said.
+"Never, never, will I scorn you again. Never, never!"
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture shabby.jpg]
+
+"That's right!" said Peter Piper in his cheerful, rather slangy
+way. "You take my tip-never you scorn any one again. It's a
+mistake. Just you watch me stand on my head. It'll cheer you up."
+
+And he turned six summersaults--just like lightning--and stood on
+his head and wiggled his ragged legs at them until suddenly they
+heard a snort from one of the beds and it was Lord Hubert beginning
+to laugh and then Lord Francis laughed and then Lord Hubert
+shouted, and then Lady Doris squealed, and Lady Muriel screamed,
+and Lady Gwendolen and the Duchess rolled over and over in their
+beds, laughing as if they would have fits.
+
+"Oh! you delightful, funny, shabby old loves!" Lady Gwendolen kept
+saying. "To think that we scorned you."
+
+"They'll be all right after this," said Peter Piper. "There's
+nothing cures scarlet fever like cheering up. Let's all join hands
+and dance round and round once for them before we go back to bed.
+It'll throw them into a nice light perspiration and they'll drop
+off and sleep like tops." And they did it, and before they had
+finished, the whole lot of them were perspiring gently and snoring
+as softly as lambs.
+
+When they went back to Racketty-Packetty House they talked a good
+deal about Cynthia and wondered and wondered why she had left her
+scarlet fever so suddenly. And at last Ridiklis made up her mind to
+tell them something she had heard.
+
+"The Duchess told me," she said, rather slowly because it was bad
+news--"The Duchess said that Cynthia went away because her Mama
+had sent for her--and her Mama had sent for her to tell her that a
+little girl princess is coming to see her to-morrow. Cynthia's
+Mama used to be a maid of honor to the Queen and that's why the
+little girl Princess is coming. The Duchess said--" and here
+Ridiklis spoke very slowly indeed, "that the nurse was so excited
+she said she did not know whether she stood on her head or her
+heels, and she must tidy up the nursery and have that Racketty-Packetty
+old dolls' house carried down stairs and burned, early to-morrow
+morning. That's what the Duchess _said_--"
+
+Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg clutched at their hearts and gasped and
+Gustibus groaned and Lady Patsy caught Peter Piper by the arm to
+keep from falling. Peter Piper gulped--and then he had a sudden
+cheerful thought.
+
+"Perhaps she was raving in delirium," he said.
+
+"No, she wasn't," said Ridiklis shaking her head, "I had just given
+her hot water and cold, and gruel, and broth, and castor oil, and
+ipecacuanha and put ice almost all over her. She was as sensible as
+any of us. To-morrow morning we shall not have a house over our
+heads," and she put her ragged old apron over her face and cried.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture apron.jpg]
+
+"If she wasn't raving in delirium," said Peter Piper, "we shall not
+have any heads. You had better go back to the Castle tonight,
+Patsy. Racketty-Packetty House is no place for you."
+
+Then Lady Patsy drew herself up so straight that she nearly fell
+over backwards.
+
+"I--will--_never_--leave you!" she said, and Peter Piper couldn't
+make her.
+
+You can just imagine what a doleful night it was. They went all
+over the house together and looked at every hole in the carpet and
+every piece of stuffing sticking out of the dear old shabby sofas,
+and every broken window and chair leg and table and ragged blanket--
+and the tears ran down their faces for the first time in their
+lives. About six o'clock in the morning Peter Piper made a last
+effort.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture together.jpg]
+
+"Let's all join hands in a circle," he said quite faintly, "and
+dance round and round once more."
+
+But it was no use. When they joined hands they could not dance, and
+when they found they could not dance they all tumbled down in a
+heap and cried instead of laughing and Lady Patsy lay with her arms
+round Peter Piper's neck.
+
+Now here is where I come in again--Queen Crosspatch--who is telling
+you this story. I always come in just at the nick of time when
+people like the Racketty-Packettys are in trouble. I walked in at
+seven o'clock.
+
+"Get up off the floor," I said to them all and they got up and
+stared at me. They actually thought I did not know what had
+happened.
+
+"A little girl Princess is coming this morning," said Peter Piper,
+and our house is going to be burned over our heads. This is the end
+of Racketty-Packetty House."
+
+"No, it isn't!" I said. "You leave this to me. I told the Princess
+to come here, though she doesn't know it in the least."
+
+A whole army of my Working Fairies began to swarm in at the nursery
+window. The nurse was working very hard to put things in order and
+she had not sense enough to see Fairies at all. So she did not see
+mine, though there were hundreds of them. As soon as she made one
+corner tidy, they ran after her and made it untidy. They held her
+back by her dress and hung and swung on her apron until she could
+scarcely move and kept wondering why she was so slow. She could not
+make the nursery tidy and she was so flurried she forgot all about
+Racketty-Packetty House again--especially as my Working Fairies
+pushed the arm-chair close up to it so that it was quite hidden.
+And there it was when the little girl Princess came with her Ladies
+in Waiting. My fairies had only just allowed the nurse to finish
+the nursery.
+
+Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg and Ridiklis and Gustibus and Peter
+Piper and Lady Patsy were huddled up together looking out of one
+window. They could not bear to be parted. I sat on the arm of the
+big chair and ordered my Working Fairies to stand ready to obey me
+the instant I spoke.
+
+The Princess was a nice child and was very polite to Cynthia when
+she showed her all her dolls, and last but not least, Tidy Castle
+itself. She looked at all the rooms and the furniture and said
+polite and admiring things about each of them. But Cynthia realized
+that she was not so much interested in it as she had thought she
+would be. The fact was that the Princess had so many grand dolls'
+houses in her palace that Tidy Castle did not surprise her at all.
+It was just when Cynthia was finding this out that I gave the order
+to my Working Fairies.
+
+"Push the arm-chair away," I commanded; "very slowly, so that no
+one will know it is being moved."
+
+So they moved it away--very, very slowly and no one saw that it had
+stirred. But the next minute the little girl Princess gave a
+delightful start.
+
+"Oh! what is that!" she cried out, hurrying towards the
+unfashionable neighborhood behind the door.
+
+Cynthia blushed all over and the nurse actually turned pale. The
+Racketty-Packettys tumbled down in a heap beneath their window and
+began to say their prayers very fast.
+
+"It is only a shabby old doll's house, your Highness," Cynthia
+stammered out. "It belonged to my Grandmamma, and it ought not to
+be in the nursery. I thought you had had it burned, Nurse!"
+
+"Burned!" the little girl Princess cried out in the most shocked
+way. "Why if it was mine, I wouldn't have it burned for worlds! Oh!
+please push the chair away and let me look at it. There are no
+doll's houses like it anywhere in these days." And when the
+arm-chair was pushed aside she scrambled down on to her knees just
+as if she was not a little girl Princess at all.
+
+"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she said. "How funny and dear! What a darling old
+doll's house. It is shabby and wants mending, of course, but it is
+almost exactly like one my Grandmamma had--she kept it among her
+treasures and only let me look at it as a great, great treat."
+
+Cynthia gave a gasp, for the little girl Princess's Grandmamma had
+been the Queen and people had knelt down and kissed her hand and
+had been obliged to go out of the room backwards before her.
+
+The little girl Princess was simply filled with joy. She picked up
+Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg and Gustibus and Peter Piper as if they
+had been really a Queen's dolls.
+
+"Oh! the darling dears," she said. "Look at their nice, queer faces
+and their funny clothes. Just--just like Grandmamma's dollies'
+clothes. Only these poor things do so want new ones. Oh! how I
+should like to dress them again just as they used to be dressed,
+and have the house all made just as it used to be when it was new."
+
+"That old Racketty-Packetty House," said Cynthia, losing her
+breath.
+
+"If it were mine I should make it just like Grandmamma's and I
+should love it more than any doll's house I have. I never--never--
+never--saw anything as nice and laughing and good natured as these
+dolls' faces. They look as if they had been having fun ever since
+they were born. Oh! if you were to burn them and their home I--I
+could never forgive you!"
+
+"I never--never--will,--your Highness," stammered Cynthia, quite
+overwhelmed. Suddenly she started forward.
+
+"Why, there is the lost doll!" she cried out. "There is Lady Patsy.
+How did she get into Racketty-Packetty House?"
+
+"Perhaps she went there to see them because they were so poor and
+shabby," said the little girl Princess. "Perhaps she likes this
+one," and she pointed to Peter Piper. "Do you know when I picked
+him up their arms were about each other. Please let her stay with
+him. Oh!" she cried out the next instant and jumped a little. "I
+felt as if the boy one kicked his leg."
+
+And it was actually true, because Peter Piper could not help it and
+he had kicked out his ragged leg for joy. He had to be very careful
+not to kick any more when he heard what happened next.
+
+As the Princess liked Racketty-Packetty House so much, Cynthia gave
+it to her for a present--and the Princess was really happy--and
+before she went away she made a little speech to the whole
+Racketty-Packetty family, whom she had set all in a row in the
+ragged old, dear old, shabby old drawing-room where they had had so
+much fun.
+
+"You are going to come and live with me, funny, good-natured
+loves," she said. "And you shall all be dressed beautifully again
+and your house shall be mended and papered and painted and made as
+lovely as ever it was. And I am going to like you better than all
+my other dolls' houses--just as Grandmamma said she liked hers."
+And then she was gone.
+
+And every bit of it came true. Racketty-Packetty House was carried
+to a splendid Nursery in a Palace, and Meg and Peg and Kilmanskeg
+and Ridiklis and Gustibus and Peter Piper were made so gorgeous
+that if they had nest been so nice they would have grown proud. But
+they didn't. They only grew jollier and jollier and Peter Piper
+married Lady Patsy, and Ridiklis's left leg was mended and she was
+painted into a beauty again--but she always remained the useful
+one. And the dolls in the other dolls' houses used to make deep
+curtsies when a Racketty-Packetty House doll passed them, and Peter
+Piper could scarcely stand it because it always made him want to
+stand on his head and laugh--and so when they were curtsied at--
+because they were related to the Royal Dolls House--they used to
+run into their drawing room and fall into fits of giggles and they
+could only stop them by all joining hands together in a ring and
+dancing round and round and round and kicking up their heels and
+laughing until they tumbled down in a heap.
+
+[Transcriber's Note: See picture curtsies.jpg]
+
+And what do you think of that for a story. And doesn't it prove to
+you what a valuable Friend a Fairy is--particularly a Queen one?
+
+
+
+
+
+
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