the tragedy that lies at the end of every doll's life; it is worse than that of any other pet. An old horse is often tended, an aged dog is at least shot, but an old doll is left to lie forever on its back in the garret, gazing with one remaining eye on the slowly gathering cobwebs above it. At any rate, the lady I describe was, after an interval of some ten years, reassigned to the duty that had absorbed her in girlhood-only this time the dolls were alive.
On the other hand, there were fewer of them-only nine-and they were, and are, even more interesting, as I can testify, than the dolls.
Her experience reminded me of that of another mother whose eight children are now practically grown up, and whose early training was much the same.
She too had little to do with children in her youth ; but her only sister once said to me, “I always knew thatwould be a good mother.
When we had paper dolls, she always knew just where each one was, and what clothes it needed.
She manages her children just as she did her paper dolls.”
How curious is this world of dolls!-uncouth and savage in Alaska
, quaint in Japan
, strong and solidly built in Germany
, graceful in Paris
You can tell German dolls from French
, it is said, by the greater clumsiness of the extremities; no matter how pretty the face, the feet and ankles are those of a peasant.
In both countries, I believe, artificers visit the rural