Olga's mother used to live in Russia when she was a girl. Olga has never been to Russia, but she enjoys Russian stories. Every day or so she comes to her mother and coaxes for a story.
Last winter when Olga had the mumps, her mother was kept busy telling Russian stories. At length, the mother said, "Olga, if you will give me a rest from story-telling long enough for me to do some shopping, I'll surprise you with something."
"What will the surprise be?" Olga wanted to know.
"As if I can tell you and have it a surprise," her mother replied.
Olga was very good all afternoon. In fact, she lay in bed all alone, thinking so quietly about the surprise that she dropped off to sleep. When she awoke, the surprise was ready for her!
A small table had been drawn close to the bedside and on the table stood three new dolls, Russian dolls. Back of the dolls were trees and buildings. Snow covered the ground.
"Mother! Mother! You have made my favorite story come true - about the market place where one can buy anything from a pet goose to a copper kettle. You have made it into a scene, haven't you?"
Olga had a dozen other questions to ask. She wanted to know where her mother had learned to cut such marvelous Russian buildings out of paper; and where she had found the incense burner that looked so much like one of the little braziers that one filled with live coals and warmed one's hands over? And was the dog made of soap? And could she keep the dolls?
By the time all of Olga's questions were answered she had almost forgotten that she was sick in bed with the mumps.
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