That gives you one idea of Katherine Mansfield's writing.
It was so big that the carter and Pat carried it into the courtyard, and there it stayed, propped up on two wooden boxes beside the feed-room door. No harm could come to it; it was summer. And perhaps the smell of paint would have gone off by the time it had to be taken in.
Hay, of course ; most sweet and generous! Even before the sacking was taken off. And when it was Its two solid little chimneys, glued on to the roof, were painted red and white, and the door, gleaming with yellow varnish, was like a little slab of toffee.
Four windows, real windows, were divided into panes by a broad streak of green. There was actually a tiny porch, too, painted yellow, with big lumps of congealed paint hanging along the edge. But perfect, perfect little house! Who could possibly mind the smell.
It was part of the joy, part of the newness. Pat prized it open with his penknife, and the whole house front swung back, and—there you were, gazing at one and the same moment into the drawing-room and dining-room, the kitchen and two bedrooms. That is the way for a house to open! How much more exciting than peering through the slit of a door into a mean little hall with a hatstand and two umbrellas!
Perhaps it is the way God opens houses at the dead of night when He is taking a quiet turn with an angel It was too marvellous ; it was too much for them. They had never seen anything like it in their lives. All the rooms were papered.
There were pictures on the walls, painted on the paper, with gold frames complete. Red carpet covered all the floors except the kitchen ; red plush chairs in the drawing-room, green in the dining-room; tables, beds with real bedclothes, a cradle, a stove, a dresser with tiny plates and one big jug.
But what Kezia liked more than anything, what she liked frightfully", was the lamp. It stood in the middle of the dining-room table, an exquisite little amber lamp with a white globe.
But there was something inside that looked like oil and moved when you shook it. But the lamp was perfect. It seemed to smile at Kezia, to say, " I live here.
The Burnell children could hardly walk to school fast enough the next morning. And you two can join in after.
Isabel was bossy, but she was always right, and Lottie and Kezia knew too well the powers that went with being eldest. They brushed through the thick buttercups at the road edge and said nothing. Mother said I might.
Not to stay to tea, of course, or to come traipsing through the house. But just to stand quietly in the courtyard while Isabel pointed out the beauties, and Lottie and Kezia looked pleased They only just had time to whip off their hats and fall into line before the roll was called.
Isabel tried to make up for it by looking very important and mysterious and by whispering behind her hand to the girls near her, " Got something to tell you at playtime.
The girls of her class nearly fought to put their arms round her, to walk away with her, to beam flatteringly, to be her special friend.
She held quite a court under the huge pine trees at the side of the playground. Nudging, giggling together, the little girls pressed up close.
And the only two who stayed outside the ring were the two who were always outside, the little Kelveys. They knew better than to come anywhere near the Burnells.
For the fact was, the school the Burnell children went to was not at all the kind of place their parents would have chosen if there had been any choice. But there was none.“The Doll’s House” by Katherine Mansfield starts with the Burnell sisters (Isabel, Lottie, and Kezia), who receive a doll’s house as a present from Mrs.
Hay, an acquaintance of the family. The house still smells of paint and is . The Doll’s House Short Story by Katherine Mansfield What makes someone POPULAR? How do people act when they are trying to join the “in” crowd? Sometimes they behave badly by bragging about new possessions or by making fun of others.
In “The Doll’s House,” you will read about. Mar 18, · Predating Virginia Woolf’s To The Lighthouse, Mansfield’s late stories like “Prelude,” “The Doll’s House,” and “At the Bay” transformed the short story genre by casting a fleeting, impressionist glance at the ordinary details of domestic existence.
"The Doll's House" by Katherine Mansfield It would appear that the Burnells define themselves by their social status or class and due to the fact that Mrs Kelvey is a working class woman and the possible fact that Mr Kelvey is in prison the Burnells consider themselves to be above the Kelveys.
In this excellent short story by Katherine Mansfield, we are presented with the Burnell sisters, called Isabel, Lottie and Kezia, who are given a large doll's house, a marvellous toy that delights. Publisher's Summary Katherine Mansfield's heartbreaking story of playground bullying. The Kelvey children are excluded from the schoolyard crowd because they come from a poor family with more than a hint of disreputableness about them.