294V: A locomotive in my living room

A children’s book my parents read to me in the 1950s, about a family and a model train that somehow gets out of hand.  At one point the mother comes into the room and demands:

“To whom am I to be grateful, to whom,

For a locomotive in my living room?”

I have no idea whether or not the rest of the book rhymed, or what its title was, but that couplet has been in my head for approximately 60 years.

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