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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.
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.
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.
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."
"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.
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."
"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.
"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.
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.
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 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.
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