I had a minor obsession with this book as a child. It was called The Gingham's Ice Cream Parade.
In the story, the heroine buys ice cream for her party. Unfortunately or fortunately it was on a hot day, which caused the ice cream to melt and thereby attracting every feline in the neighborhood. I remember being enchanted by the illustrations and just the general loopy Victoriana vibe. My Great-Grandmother still remembered those days and she would just huff at me. She always stated, with no sugar coating for a starry eyed child, that the time was all about uncomfortable clothing and dirty, smelly streets.
That didn't stop me from wanting to be a Gingham.
It turned out that this series was not about children's books but a very commercial paper dolls line. I never knew it existed. I just had this one book.
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