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THE doll’s house stood in the most convenient corner ofthe nursery, having, like Noah’s dove, found rest onlyafter a somewhat varied and tempestuous experience.Sally had not been at all able to make up her mind justwhat location suited her best, and the house had patiently traveled,or, in other words, had been propelled by the united efforts of Boband Sally—“The corporal pushed and the sergeant pulled”—theone dragging, the other pushing, from corner to corner and fromside to side of the spacious room. Not a piece of furniture buthad been moved out of the way that the doll’s house might standin its place, and was as methodically moved back again when thebuilding resumed its travels. Never did it remain in one place forlonger than twenty-four hours, much to the disgust and terror of itsinmates, who were frequently joggled from their chairs and tiltedout of bed as their domicile renewed its pilgrimage. They concludedby naming it the Walking House, which certainly seemedappropriate enough under existing circumstances.
Finally, when the Walking House had traveled around thenursery, Sally decided that the very best position was the one it had[5]at first occupied, a sunny spot between two windows, and at nightlighted from above by a bracket from which depended four electricbulbs. To be sure, the dresser, to which this post of vantage hadoriginally