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