“He does not know. He does not know,” sang the chorus, running down the scale as a mouse runs across the piano keys.
“Well,” cried the wee Salt and Pepper Pair which seemed inseparable, “since you know so much, you better begin the story-hour.”
TALE OF THE RAISIN DOLL
“I speak to be the teacher,” cried the Raisin Doll.
“Very well, you must tell the first story, then.”
“What must the stories be about?”
“Oh, there is only one thing to tell. We must each tell our history from the time we were born, in order to have the gift.”
“Will the gift be good to eat?” asked the creamy white Fat Boy.
“Best ever you tasted. That’s all I could find out about it. Now begin.”