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Burnett + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Racketty-Packetty House + +Author: Frances H. Burnett + +Release Date: August 11, 2004 [EBook #8574] +Last Updated: October 24, 2012 +Last Updated: September 17, 2016 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RACKETTY-PACKETTY HOUSE *** + + + + +HTML file produced by David Widger from the text file of Nicole Apostola + + + + + +</pre> + + <h2> + Racketty-Packetty House, by H. Burnett + </h2> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="fairy.jpg (5K)" src="images/fairy.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + RACKETTY-PACKETTY HOUSE + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + As told by Queen Crosspatch + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Frances Hodgson Burnett + </h2> + <h3> + Author of “Little Lord Fauntleroy” + </h3> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="dance.jpg (15K)" src="images/dance.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + With illustrations by Harrison Cady + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + Queen Crosspatch. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="frontispiece.jpg (46K)" src="images/frontispiece.jpg" + width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + RACKETTY-PACKETTY HOUSE + </h2> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + 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: + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="tidyshire_castle.jpg (40K)" src="images/tidyshire_castle.jpg" + width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="ridiklis.jpg (38K)" src="images/ridiklis.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="mouse.jpg (49K)" src="images/mouse.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + It happened in this way: + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="fashionable_wives.jpg (46K)" src="images/fashionable_wives.jpg" + width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Good gracious, if you knew what I have just heard!” she said. They all + scrambled up and called out together. + </p> + <p> + “Hello! What is it?” + </p> + <p> + “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.’” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” cried out Peter Piper. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said Gustibus. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + Peter Piper sat down on the floor all at once with his hands stuffed in + his pockets. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “I never want to have any other,” said Meg. + </p> + <p> + Gustibus leaned against the wall with his hands stuffed in his pockets. + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn’t move if I was made King of England,” he said. “Buckingham + Palace wouldn’t be half as nice.” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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 <i>so</i> + exciting! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="ridiklis_cooking.jpg (39K)" src="images/ridiklis_cooking.jpg" + width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="duchess.jpg (50K)" src="images/duchess.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + Kilmanskeg and Peter Piper just pinched each other with glee and squealed + with delight. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “I like turnips almost better than anything—almost—perhaps not + quite,” said Gustibus. “I can eat ten courses of turnips like a shot.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="peter_piper.jpg (46K)" src="images/peter_piper.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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: + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="duke.jpg (43K)" src="images/duke.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! our house is going to be burned! Our house is going to be burned!” + cried Meg and Peg clutching their brothers. + </p> + <p> + “Let us go and throw ourselves out of the window!” cried Kilmanskeg. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + Peter Piper was rather pale, but he was extremely brave and remembered + that he was the head of the family. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Lady Meg and Lady Peg and Lady Kilmanskeg,” he said, “let us all + keep cool.” + </p> + <p> + “We shan’t keep cool when they set our house on fire,” said Gustibus. + Peter Piper just snapped his fingers. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="footman.jpg (29K)" src="images/footman.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! we are obliged to you, Queen B-bell—Patch,” he panted out, “But + these alarms of fire are upsetting.” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="house.jpg (45K)" src="images/house.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + “She’s the clever one of the family,” said Peter Piper. “I am sure of + that.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! Duke,” she said (you see they always tried to remember each other’s + titles). “Dear me, Duke, what are you doing here?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “But she’s a lady of high degree,” said Ridiklis quite alarmed. + </p> + <p> + “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 <i>was</i> + very good-looking, though she had not thought of it before. + </p> + <p> + “Hello,” he said all at once. “I’ve just thought of something to attract + her attention. Where’s the ball of string?” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “What are you going to do, Duke?” they all shouted. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="chuckled.jpg (56K)" src="images/chuckled.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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). + </p> + <p> + “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). + </p> + <p> + “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).” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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: + </p> + <p> + “If you sit there so much, those low Racketty-Packetty House people will + think you are looking at them.” + </p> + <p> + “I am,” said Lady Patsy, showing all her dimples at once. “They are such + fun.” + </p> + <p> + And Lady Gwendolen swooned haughtily away, and the trained nurse could + scarcely restore her. + </p> + <p> + 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 <i>scorned</i> them. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Hello,” he whispered as loud as he could. “Could you catch a bit of rope + if I threw it up to you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she whispered back. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “Now pull,” he said. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="marry.jpg (41K)" src="images/marry.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + She clapped her little hands. + </p> + <p> + “I eat very little,” she said. “And I would do without anything at all, if + I could live in your funny old shabby house.” + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! do take me,” said Lady Patsy. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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 <i>scream</i>. 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.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="rupert.jpg (40K)" src="images/rupert.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! they’ll never do it. They’ve forgotten you.” And Peter Piper said: + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 <i>she</i> 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="gentleman_mouse.jpg (37K)" src="images/gentleman_mouse.jpg" + width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Do you hear a noise?” said Meg, lifting her head from her ragged old + pillow. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="noise.jpg (44K)" src="images/noise.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I do,” said Peg, sitting up and holding her ragged old blanket up to + her chin. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + Meg and Peg jumped up too. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 <i>scorning</i> + them. + </p> + <p> + Lady Gwendolen spoke first and instead of being haughty and disdainful, + she was as humble as a new-born kitten. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! you dear, shabby, disrespectable, darling things!” she said. “Never, + never, will I scorn you again. Never, never!” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="shabby.jpg (45K)" src="images/shabby.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! you delightful, funny, shabby old loves!” Lady Gwendolen kept saying. + “To think that we scorned you.” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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 <i>said</i>—” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps she was raving in delirium,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="apron.jpg (43K)" src="images/apron.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + Then Lady Patsy drew herself up so straight that she nearly fell over + backwards. + </p> + <p> + “I—will—<i>never</i>—leave you!” she said, and Peter + Piper couldn’t make her. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="together.jpg (42K)" src="images/together.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + “Let’s all join hands in a circle,” he said quite faintly, “and dance + round and round once more.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Push the arm-chair away,” I commanded; “very slowly, so that no one will + know it is being moved.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! what is that!” she cried out, hurrying towards the unfashionable + neighborhood behind the door. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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!” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “That old Racketty-Packetty House,” said Cynthia, losing her breath. + </p> + <p> + “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!” + </p> + <p> + “I never—never—will,—your Highness,” stammered Cynthia, + quite overwhelmed. Suddenly she started forward. + </p> + <p> + “Why, there is the lost doll!” she cried out. “There is Lady Patsy. How + did she get into Racketty-Packetty House?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + 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 not + 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> + <img alt="curtsies.jpg (41K)" src="images/curtsies.jpg" width="100%" /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + And what do you think of that for a story. 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