<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>THE DOLLS' KITCHEN PARTY</div>
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<div class='cap'>"NOW, everything is ready," she said, glancing
carefully at the table she had set with her
little dishes; "I'll go up and bring the dolls.
Wait a minute, Mary Frances," she added after a
moment's pause. "Let's see if everything is ready.
There's<br/><br/></div>
<div class='center'>
Thimble Biscuits<br/>
Jam Cocoa</div>
<p>"Better look in the oven!"</p>
<p>"Oh, my, I'm glad you 'thought me,' Aunty Rolling
Pin," cried Mary Frances, opening the oven door.</p>
<p>"Oh, dear me! Most of the Thimble Biscuits are burnt
up and the big ones are just done, I guess!"</p>
<p>"The thicker things are, the 'slower' the oven,
child. The thinner, the hotter the oven——"</p>
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<p>"Aunty Rolling Pin," cried Mary Frances, not
realizing she had interrupted, "there are enough
Thimble Biscuits not burnt to go 'round. Isn't that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</SPAN></span>
good? And the dolls can't make themselves sick with
them."</p>
<p>"It's not much of a waste," smiled Aunty Rolling
Pin, "and (seeming to be seriously thinking) the dolls
can't make themselves sick on them—eating too many,
I suppose."</p>
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<p>"Well," said Mary Frances, "you see, it's like this:</p>
<div class='poem'>
"When I my dolls invite to tea,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">It is a pretty sight to see</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The things one seldom gets to eat</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">All on the table spread, so sweet;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But to my dollies I explain,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Don't eat too much—you'll have a pain.</span><br/>
<br/>
"Then, just to save them such a trial,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I let them sit and look a while</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">At cakes, and tarts, and candies, too.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Then eat them up myself—wouldn't you?</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">For thus they're saved from being ill,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I, likewise, a doctor's bill.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But—just between you, dear, and me—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">They couldn't eat at all, you see."</span><br/></div>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i108b.jpg" width-obs="443" height-obs="138" alt=""Dolls can't make themselves sick."" title="" /></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i109.jpg" width-obs="540" height-obs="731" alt="The Doll's Kitchen Party" title="" /></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>And away ran Mary Frances to bring the dolls.</p>
<div class='center'><b>* * * * * * *</b></div>
<p>"It was a lovely Tea Party, wasn't it, Angie?"
sighed Mary Frances, putting her family to bed after
it was all over.</p>
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<p>"And you did 'behave a credit' to your mother.
I feel sure now you will remember all I've taught you.
Not one of you would eat soup from the point of a spoon,
nor spread a whole slice of bread at once, nor leave
your spoon in your cup, which is a great comfort to a
mother. Only Peg, you poor child, you should not
have spilled that cocoa down your best dress. But
'Children will be children,' I 'spose—and you're
very dear children."</p>
<p>("I wouldn't have them, for the world, jealous of
the Kitchen People—and I've neglected them shamefully
of late.")</p>
<div class='center'><b>* * * * * * *</b></div>
<p>"I'm not much taken with those things called
'dolls,' Aunty Rolling Pin," said Sauce Pan, seating
himself on the edge of the top closet-shelf, and crossing
one leg over his knee. "They're not much use."</p>
<div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/i110b.jpg" width-obs="373" height-obs="208" alt=""They're not much use."" title="" /></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Ah," sighed Aunty Rolling Pin, looking wise, "a
doll's a doll, for all that."</p>
<div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/i111a.jpg" width-obs="109" height-obs="219" alt=""A doll's no good boiled!"" title="" /></div>
<p>"Of course," said Sauce Pan, "but a doll's no good
boiled!"</p>
<p>"Well, no," admitted Aunty Rolling Pin, "the best,
of course, are <i>baked</i> of</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">No. 19.—Gingerbread Cookies.</span></p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Ingredients">
<tr><td align='left'>½ cup molasses</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>2 tablespoons butter</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>2 tablespoons lard flour</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>½ tablespoon ginger</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>½ teaspoon salt</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>½ teaspoon baking soda</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>1 tablespoon warm water</td></tr>
</table></div>
<div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/i111b.jpg" width-obs="451" height-obs="198" alt=""The best, of course, are baked."" title="" /></div>
<p>1. Warm the molasses.</p>
<p>2. Put the butter and lard in a bowl. Pour over them the molasses.</p>
<p>3. Dissolve soda in the warm water. Add to the molasses.</p>
<p>4. Sift ginger, salt and ½ cup flour together.</p>
<p>5. Sift into the molasses, beating well.
If necessary, add more flour to make a soft dough.</p>
<p>6. Grease a shallow pan.</p>
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<ANTIMG src="images/i112b.jpg" width-obs="543" height-obs="573" alt=""It was a lovely Tea Party, wasn't it Angie?"" class="splitr" title="" /></div>
<p>7. Roll the dough out 1/3 inch thick.</p>
<p>8. Cut out with a little round cutter, dipping it into flour each
time.</p>
<p>Place cookies some distance apart on the pan. Bake about
10 minutes.</p>
</div>
<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—Instead of rolling out, little spoonfuls may be dropped far apart
on the pan and flattened with the bottom of a round tin cup.</p>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Then you——</p>
<p>"Oh, Aunty Rolling Pin, nobody's doing a lesson.
Besides, after it's baked it's done!" cried Sauce Pan
impatiently.</p>
<p>"So'm I!" smiled Aunty Rolling Pin.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</SPAN></span></p>
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