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“The enchanted dollhouse”
The attic, a place of gloom and terror that Lillian only went as a last resort to hide from chores, was the last place that Lillian expected to find a dollhouse. It was under a dusty old sheet, and when she pulled it off, she had the greatest sense of delight. The little dolls were tucked in their beds, and all the details were just so—victorian wallpaper, delicately carved stair railings, a tiny loaf of bread on the table. Lillian sat all the dolls at the kitchen table and arranged plates with forks and knives, and it was amazing.
Why hadn’t mom told her about the dollhouse? Well, sometimes mom was weird, so Lillian decided not to say anything about it after she came back down from the attic. All evening long, she wanted to go back up and play, but mom would ask questions.
The next afternoon, Lillian went straight to the attic after school, and straight to the dollhouse. Oddly, the dolls weren’t at the table, they were in bed again. Hmm, mom must have come up to play with it herself or something.
So Lillian asked her mother about the dollhouse when she returned from work.
“What dollhouse?” her mother said with intensity. She could be so weird.
“The one in the attic. The Victorian one. I found it yesterday.”
“You didn’t play with it, did you?” her mother’s face grew pale.
“Of course I did,” Lillian said. “Don’t worry, I was careful and I didn’t break anything.”
Her mother rushed out of the room. “Mom,” her mother said, “Lillian found the dollhouse. What do I do?”