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It had been a busy, happy, work-filled week, in which I had had to snatch odd moments for the selecting of certain wonderful toys for the Spalpeens. There had been dolls and doll-clothes and a marvelous miniature kitchen for the practical and stolid Sheila, and ingenious bits of mechanism that did unbelievable things when wound up, for the clever, imaginative Hans.
From behind the doors, now closed, came the heavy breathing of sleepers who had gone to their beds on rising from the table. A faint laugh was heard from one room, while a slender thread of light filtered through the keyhole of the old lady who was still busy with her dolls, cutting out the gauze dresses with squeaking scissors.
Raggedy Ann laughed, "I am so glad you all love me as you do, but I am sure you would not be able to tell me from my new sisters, except that I am more worn, for each new rag doll has a candy heart, and on it is written, 'I love you' just as is written on my own candy heart." "And there are hundreds and hundreds of the new rag dolls?" asked the little penny dolls.
He is the greatest artist that ever lived, and there never were such pictures as he paints." "Miss Burton, I beg off," interrupted Van Berg, laughing. "You always get the better of one. No, children," he continued in answer to their looks of wonder, "I know less about painting pictures, in comparison, than you do of dressing dolls."
She dressed dolls for Jean dressed them in such gowns as never were seen, dainty French little frocks which converted the plainest china creature into a wee Parisian; she read aloud; she told stories; she played games. Hannah surrendered unconditionally when, one morning after they had been comparing notes on housekeeping, the fact leaked out that Miss Cartright's mother had been a New Englander.
There, dear little woman, I think you must have given me a kiss for each of them by this time. Suppose you try and make them stand up." "But, Aunt Emma," said Olly, who was busy examining the mysterious bag how could the dolls talk? they're only paper." "I know nothing about it," answered Aunt Emma, rescuing the bag, and putting it safely under her chair.
For she had, like most only daughters, an immense collection of dolls, though she was not as fond of them as many little girls.
It was now he remembered that it is customary in Flanders on that night to replace the hay, carrots, and turnips which the little ones put on the hearth to feed Saint Nicholas' ass, by big dolls, wooden horses, musical instruments, violins, or simply by mannikins in spikelaus, according as each can afford. "Ah," he said to himself, comforted, "they are fathers and mothers going to the shops."
"Her eyes are blue and mine are gray," said Peggy. "I wonder why they never make dolls with gray eyes." "She is named for you," Diana announced. "Tom and Christopher gave her to me, and she came with her name written on a Christmas card that was pinned to her dress, 'Peggy Owen Carter, and Tom wrote a poem that came with her."
'I said, was the reply, made with that former gleam of determination, 'that I would find her out by any means, fair or foul. These are foul, and I'll take them if I am not first tempted to break the head of Mr Dolls with the fumigator. Can you get the direction? Do you mean that? Speak! If that's what you have come for, say how much you want. 'Ten shillings Threepenn'orths Rum, said Mr Dolls.
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