The Doll's House | the doll's house katherine mansfield
byKatherineMansfield[1]WHENdearoldMrs.HaywentbacktotownafterstayingwiththeBurnellsshesentthechildrenadollshouse.ItwassobigthatthecarterandPatcarrieditintothecourtyard,andthereitstayed,proppedupontwowoodenboxesbesidethefeed-roomdoor.Noharmcouldcometoit;itwassummer.Andperhapsthesmellofpaintwouldhavegoneoffbythetimeithadtobetakenin.For,really,thesmellofpaintcomingfromthatdollshouse(SweetofoldMrs.Hay,ofcourse;mostsweetandgenerous!)—butthesmellofpaintwasquiteenoughtomakeanyoneseriouslyill,inAuntB...
by Katherine Mansfield[1]WHEN dear old Mrs. Hay went back to town after staying with the Burnells she sent the children a dolls house. It was so big that the carter and Pat carried it into the courtyard, and there it stayed, propped up on two wooden boxes beside the feed-room door. No harm could come to it; it was summer. And perhaps the smell of paint would have gone off by the time it had to be taken in. For, really, the smell of paint coming from that dolls house ( Sweet of old Mrs. Hay, of course ; most sweet and generous ! )—but the smell of paint was quite enough to make anyone seriously ill, in Aunt Beryls opinion. Even before the sacking was taken off. And when it was...
There stood the Dolls house, a dark, oily, spinach green, picked out with bright yellow. Its two solid little chimneys, glued on to the roof, were painted red and white, and the door, gleaming with yellow varnish, was like a little slab of toffee. Four windows, real windows, were divided into panes by ...