Everybody was quiet and good as gold while Mary Frances finished dressing them.
"There," she said to herself, "the last sash is tied. Goodness, I'm tired—tired-er than if I'd been cooking the whole morning! Aren't dolls stupid compared with Kitchen Folks? I do wonder what the Kitchen Folks will do. Will they talk before them?"
"Now, you dolls, be good, and take a nap," she warned, "so that you won't be sleepy at the party. I must go and get ready."
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As she tied on her apron in the kitchen, she noticed Aunty Rolling Pin looked very anxious and excited. She couldn't seem to keep still, but kept rolling to and fro, watching Mary Frances' every motion.
"Well, Aunty Rolling Pin?" said Mary Frances.
"Did you, or did you not, please," asked Aunty Rolling Pin, "mention 'Biscuits' this morning?"
"I guess I did," replied Mary Frances, "when I glanced at my book. Here, I'll read it out:
