"What shall we have for supper?" piped a little boy-doll in a Jersey
suit. He was always thinking about eating.
"Oh, dear," cried the French lady, "I don't know what we shall do for
supper!"
"I can get the supper," added a big rag doll. The other dolls had
never liked her very well, but they thanked her now. She had taken
lessons at a cooking-school, and knew how to make cake and candy.
She gave French names to everything she made, and this made it taste
better. Old Mother Hubbard was there, and she said the rag doll did
not know how to cook anything.
They danced in one of the great shop-windows. They opened a toy piano,
and a singing-doll played "Comin' through the Rye," The dolls did
not find that a good tune to dance by; but the lady did not know any
other, although she was the most costly doll in the shop. Then they
wound up a music-box, and danced by that. This did very well for some
tunes; but they had to walk around when it played "Hail Columbia," and
wait for something else.
The "Jim Crow" doll had to dance by himself, for he could do nothing
but a "break-down.
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