. The story of live dolls : being an account of how, on a certain June . d at her that day, just be-cause I couldnt make her dress fit. Ihave a new one now, and I am verycareful of her. 63 THE STORY OF LIVE DOLLS And mine was drowned, but I re-ally was sorry after I did it. Shewouldnt stand up, and I grew crossand threw her into the water; but, ofcourse, I never knew she had any feel-ings. There goes my new one now, O O J riding the wheel which papa had madefor her. The girls clapped their hands withdelight at the unusual spectacle. Tothink of a doll on a wheel 1 Whatwould happen ne
. The story of live dolls : being an account of how, on a certain June . d at her that day, just be-cause I couldnt make her dress fit. Ihave a new one now, and I am verycareful of her. 63 THE STORY OF LIVE DOLLS And mine was drowned, but I re-ally was sorry after I did it. Shewouldnt stand up, and I grew crossand threw her into the water; but, ofcourse, I never knew she had any feel-ings. There goes my new one now, O O J riding the wheel which papa had madefor her. The girls clapped their hands withdelight at the unusual spectacle. Tothink of a doll on a wheel 1 Whatwould happen next? Just then mammas voice summonedthem to the kitchen, where they founda great basket of little candy boxes inthe forms of hearts, diamonds, half- 64 THE STORY OF LIVE DOLLS moons, drums and cunning packed the candy neatly and tiedeach box with a pretty ribbon. Then the boxes were placed in thebasket, ready for the morrow, and thelittle girls departed for their next day proved to be fine, and soon after break-fast the childrenand their dollswere assembled. anie s yard. THE STORY OF LIVE DOLLS They were clad in pretty dresses, andlooked as sweet and fresh as a lot ofdaisies. Then appeared two tallyhos, theone for the dolls being drawn by fourcurly white dogs. The Queens ownboy-doll driver snapped the whip, andthe air was at once filled with the noiseof the barking of the dogs and themusic of the bells on the harness ofthe restless steeds. The tallyho for the children wasmuch larger, and was drawn by foursream-white ponies. They were all packed in like sar-dines in a box, the little Queen sitting 66 THE STORY OF LIVE DOLLS in the midst of the dolls. The silverbugle was blown, the chains and bellsjangled, and away they flew. They were barely started when theyheard Dinah calling. She was frantic-ally waving a red bandanna kerchiefand beckoning them to come back they went. You done forgot me, she shouted. You ! Why, Dinah, are you go-ing? asked Janie.
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