"No thank you!" the penny dolls said in little penny-doll, squeaky
voices, "We have had all we can eat!"

"Shall I play you a tune?" asked Uncle Clem of the French doll.

At this all the dolls laughed, for Uncle Clem could not begin to play
any tune. Raggedy Ann was the only doll who had ever taken lessons, and
she could play Peter-Peter-Pumpkin-Eater with one hand.

In fact, Marcella had almost worn out Raggedy Ann's right hand teaching
it to her.

"Play something lively!" said the French doll, as she giggled behind her
hand, so Uncle Clem began hammering the eight keys on the toy piano with
all his might until a noise was heard upon the stairs.

Quick as a wink, all the dolls took the same positions in which they had
been placed by Marcella, for they did not wish really truly people to
know that they could move about.

But it was only Fido. He put his nose in the door and looked around.

All the dolls at the table looked steadily at the painted food, and
Uncle Clem leaned upon the piano keys looking just as unconcerned as
when he had been placed there.

Then Fido pushed the door open and came into the nursery wagging his
tail.

He walked over to the table and sniffed, in hopes Marcella had given the