. The story of live dolls : being an account of how, on a certain June . do you think they saw? THE STORY OF LIVE DOLLS A tiny gilded coach drawn by twobeautiful white kittens, with reins ofblue ribbons covered with silver bells,and through the coach window theface of a wonderful doll. On herhead was a jaunty sailor hat, fromunder which yellow curls danced inthe wind as she nodded and smiledat the children on either side. From time to time she tossed outa handful of bills, which flew aboutlike little white birds and then flut-tered to the ground, where they wereeagerly caught up by
. The story of live dolls : being an account of how, on a certain June . do you think they saw? THE STORY OF LIVE DOLLS A tiny gilded coach drawn by twobeautiful white kittens, with reins ofblue ribbons covered with silver bells,and through the coach window theface of a wonderful doll. On herhead was a jaunty sailor hat, fromunder which yellow curls danced inthe wind as she nodded and smiledat the children on either side. From time to time she tossed outa handful of bills, which flew aboutlike little white birds and then flut-tered to the ground, where they wereeagerly caught up by the fast gatheringcrowd of children, filled with wonderat the amazing sight. They made a THE STORY OF LIVE DOLLS brave effort to keep up with the coach; but the driver cracked his whip, the kittens started at a mad pace down the hill, and with one last nod and smile from the doll in the window, the coach disappeared in a cloud of dust. The children watched it out of sight, then turned to go back. But what werethese bills which,in the excitement,they had forgottenand were s till. THE STORY OF LIVE DOLLS clutching in their hot and dirty hands?Again and again they read these start-ling words, which stared them in theface: NOTICE! ON THE MORNING OFJUNE THE FOURTH ALLTHE DOLLS IN THE VIL-LAGE OF CLOVERDALEWILL BE ALIVE! That was all; and it was to happento-morrow, for this was the third day. 4 THE STORY OF LIVE DOLLS They looked at one another witheyes growing larger and rounder, andcheeks growing redder than the rosesblossoming in the gardens. Then sucha chatter began that even the birds hadto stop singing to listen. I never heard of such a thing!*How could they? Wouldnt it beperfectly lovely? And suddenly real-izing what a blissful thing was in storefor them, if it were really true, thechildren began to hug each other anddance about and squeal with joy, untiltheir various mothers came to the win-dows to learn the cause of the commo-tion. When the little ones caught 5 THE STORY OF
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