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The doll's awakening 



THE STORY OF 
LIVE DOLL 



JOSEPHINE' SCRIBNER GATES 

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BEING AN ACCOUNT OF HOW, ON A CERTAIN JUNE 

MORNING, ALL OF THE DOLLS IN THE VILLAGE 

OF CLOVERDALE CAME ALIVE 



I WITH MANY PICTURES MADE AT THE TIME BY 

MABEL ROGERS 



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TO MY LITTLE DAUGHTER 

CHARLOTTE 

WHOSE TENDER DEVOTION TO 

HER DOLLS INSPIRED 

THE STORY 



ILLUSTRATIONS 

PAGE 

The doll's awakening Frontispiece 
Janie gave a little scream of delight 1 7 

She poured the coffee into the tiny 
cups 25 

Janie saw a most piteous sight 37 

The dolls playing " ring-around-a- 
rosy" 55 

Have you ever had a dolls' tea-party 73 
The dolls ate a hearty dinner 95 




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"Look, what's corning!" and with 
a shout of delight the children of Clo- 
verdale village left their play and 
rushed into the street. 

What do you think they saw? 



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A tiny gilded coach drawn by two 
beautiful white kittens, with reins of 
blue ribbons covered with silver bells, 
and through the coach window the 
face of a wonderful doll. On her 
head was a jaunty sailor hat, from 
under which yellow curls danced in 
the wind as she nodded and smiled 
at the children on either side. 

From time to time she tossed out 
a handful of bills, which flew about 
like little white birds and then flut- 
tered to the ground, where they were 
eagerly caught up by the fast gathering 
crowd of children, filled with wonder 
at the amazing sight. They made a 



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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 were 
these bills which, 
in the excitement, 
they had forgotten 
and were s till 




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clutching in their hot and dirty hands? 
Again and again they read these start- 
ling words, which stared them in the 
face: 



NOTICE! 

ON THE MORNING OF 
JUNE THE FOURTH ALL 
THE DOLLS IN THE VIL- 
LAGE OF CLOVERDALE 
WILL BE ALIVE! 



That was all; and it was to happen 
to-morrow, for this was the third day. 

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They looked at one another with 
eyes growing larger and rounder, and 
cheeks growing redder than the roses 
blossoming in the gardens. Then such 
a chatter began that even the birds had 
to stop singing to listen. 

"I never heard of such a thing!'* 
"How could they?" "Wouldn't it be 
perfectly lovely?" And suddenly real- 
izing what a blissful thing was in store 
for them, if it were really true, the 
children began to hug each other and 
dance about and squeal with joy, until 
their various mothers came to the win- 
dows to learn the cause of the commo- 
tion. When the little ones caught 

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sight of them, remembering that they 
had not heard the wonderful news, 
they shouted: 

"Let's tell our mammas!" and 
quickly disappeared. 

Janie Bell's home was the nearest. 
She fairly flew up the steps and tum- 
bled into the door as she said: 

" O mamma, it's going to begin to- 
morrow! Won't it be lovely! A doll 
came in a gold carriage and she threw 
this bill, and a boy doll drove the white 
kittens all covered with ribbons and 

bells, and it was too pretty 

Do you think my dolls could come 
alive? 



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Mamma wiped the little hot face 
and read the bill. 

"It does seem strange, but I don't 
know of a lovelier thing that could 
happen to a little girl than to have her 
doll come to life. What a fine time 
there would be in the doll house ! " 
she said, glancing out of the window 
at a beautiful little house under the 
trees. It was just like a real house, 
with a porch across the front, a real 
door bell, tiny shades and Swiss cur- 
tains at the windows, and a little brick 
chimney upon the roof. 

Janie clapped her hands. 

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hardly wait." She flew out of the door 
and into the doll house. 

Each room was in good order, for 
Janie was a fine housekeeper. Papa 
had given the dolls' home to her, 
thinking that if the little girl learned 
to keep this one in order she would 
some day be able to take care of a 
larger one. 

She looked at the parlor with its 
mimic furniture, a sofa, chairs, piano, 
and a grate where she could build a 
fire if mamma were watching. Then 
she went into the dining-room, where 
the table was set all ready for din- 
ner. How lovely it would be to see 

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the dolls sitting there and actually 
eating 1 

In the kitchen was a little range 
with an oven, and there Dinah, the 
black cook, was propped against the 
wall, looking as if she were only wait- 
ing for the magic word to set her 
marching off getting dinner. Her wig 
would probably fall off, as it was loose, 
and her leg was broken. Janie re- 
solved to mend her at once, as it 
would not do to have her come alive 
in that condition. She peeped into 
the dear little pantry at the kettles, 
skillets and shining pans on the shelves, 
and at the tiny box marked " Cake." 

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In one corner was an ice box, in an- 
other a flour barrel. 

Upstairs there were dolls of all ages 
and sizes; papa, mamma and children. 
A little baby in long dresses lay in a 
cradle, and other dolls were sitting and 
standing about, some dressed and some, 
I am sorry to say, stark naked. Janie 
dressed and arranged them all in vari- 
ous attitudes ; then, seized with a sud- 
den inspiration, she exclaimed; 

"Well, if it is true, we'll have the 
best time in this little house we ever 
had, and Fm going to get ready for it." 

So she swept it from top to bottom, 
washed the little windows, tied back 



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the pretty curtains with fresh ribbons, 
dusted the furniture, made the beds, 
washed the dolls' faces, mended Dinah's 
leg and fastened her wig, flitted about 
from room to room, giving each one a 
last fond look, and then she locked 
the front door and hung the key on 
the branch of a tree, where it was 
safely hidden by the leaves. 

The sun was setting and papas were 
coming home to their suppers. All 
seemed as usual, but it was a new and 
very exciting world to this little mother, 
for the morning was to bring strange 
doings. Janie hurried in to eat her 
supper and to get to bed early. 



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"It seems almost like Christmas, 
mamma; I can hardly wait for to-mor- 
row," she said as she kissed her mother 
good-night. Mamma laughed merrily. 

"Well, close your bright eyes, and 
the birdies will be singing their morn- 
ing song before you know it," she said. 
Janie leaned out of bed to kiss her big 
dollie, who was sleeping peacefully in 
a cradle by her side. 

No dollie ever had better care, for 
Janie was a kind little mother. She 
took her to the table for each meal, 
gave her a lovely ride every day, and 
at night carefully undressed her and 
tucked her into bed. 



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"Won't it be beautiful"? Janie 
whispered, as she gave the cradle a lit- 
tle jog. But Dollie slept on, quite un- 
conscious of the fact that in the morn- 
ing she was to be as full of life and 
dancing gaiety as Janie herself. As for 
Janie, she hardly dared think about it; 
for if she once began to imagine what 
bliss was in store for her, she would 
never get to sleep. 

During the night she dreamed all 
sorts of things. Toward morning it 
seemed that she and Dollie were riding 
in an egg-shell coach, drawn by two 
downy, yellow chickens; Dollie sud- 
denly stood up and began to sing, 



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frightening the chickens, so that they 
ran away and tipped over the carriage. 

Of course, at this catastrophe, Janie 
wakened; but her dream seemed to go 
on, and she still heard a voice singing. 
Could it be her doll? 

She hardly dared move, as she re- 
membered what was to happen to-day. 
She listened a moment and then peeped 
out. At sight of her, Dollie held up 
both arms and said yes, actually said: 

" O you dear little mamma, I am so 
glad you are awake. I want to come 
into your bed," and up she popped 
and climbed in under the covers, and 
snuggled up exactly as Janie often 



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snuggled up to her mamma. Janie 
hugged her, but for a moment was too 
frightened and astonished to speak. 

Miss Dollie began to laugh and gig- 
gle so loud that papa and mamma 
came running in. 

"It's true, mamma, it's true! Look 
at her!" 

" Of course it's true," said Dollie ; 
*< didn't the Queen of the Dolls decide 
that it should be? It had to be true 
when she said it. But let's get up and 
dress; you'll be s'prised to see what's 
happening in the doll house." 

Janie gave a little scream of delight, 
hopped out of bed and scrambled into 



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her clothes. Dollie was quicker than 
she, and was soon dressed and standing 
on a chair by the side of the bed; for 
Janie had to watch and laugh over the 
funny spectacle of Dollie dressing 
herself. 

"Now brush my hair, please," pealed 
out Miss Dollie as Janie finished. 
Janie gave her another hug, as she 
brushed the brown curls around her 
finger; then they ran pell-mell down 
the stairway and raced out of the 
house. 

The family all laughed heartily, for 
it was a funny sight to see a doll run. 
They could hardly believe their eyes, 

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and hurried into their 
clothes; for they too were 
eager to see these wonder- 
ful doings in the doll house. 
As Janie ran across the lawn, she no- 
ticed smoke coming from the chimney. 
She flew up the steps, unlocked the 
front door and, as she stepped into the 
hall, beheld the astonishing sight of 
black Dinah at the toy telephone. She 
was just saying, "One steak, please," 
and then she called up the grocery 
store and ordered a bill of goods that 

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would empty almost any housekeeper's 
pocket-book. 

Dinah paid no attention to the vis- 
itors, but swept the front steps, glanced 
into the dining-room to see if all was 
ready for breakfast, and then went into 
the kitchen. 

The fire was crackling in the range, 
and while Dinah waited for the grocer- 
ies Janie ran upstairs. The dolls were 
dressing in the different rooms, and 
mamma doll was trying to make the 
baby comfortable. Its cries soon 
brought Dinah up with a cunning milk 
bottle, all filled; baby took it and 
nestled down into her pillow with it, 



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just as any baby would who had to be 
fed in that horrid way. Janie longed 
to pick her up, but as she wished very 
much to see Dinah get breakfast, she 
thought she would wait until another 
time. 

A knock downstairs announced the 
grocery boy, and Janie went down to 
find the table covered with little pack- 
ages containing flour, sugar, coffee, 
eggs, and everything needed in a real 
kitchen. She longed to help put the 
articles in place, but Dinah looked 
queer and cross, so she didn't dare 
touch anything. It was no wonder 
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Janie had done in her haste the day 
before ? She had put the poor thing's 
leg on backward, and had pasted her 
wig on crooked, way down over one 
ear. So, of course, she wasn't very 
comfortable. 

After putting everything away, Di- 
nah got a dish, broke an egg into it 
(such a tiny egg, about as large as a 
bird's), and with a dear little egg-beater 
whisked it as light as a feather. Then 
she poured in some milk and added 
flour, with a little salt and baking- 
powder. Janie wondered what she 
was going to make and glanced at the 
range. "O joy! pancakes!" she cried, 



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as she spied the smoking hot griddle, 
the size of a small saucer. 

Dinah put on the broiler and laid 
the steak carefully on it, cut a potato 
into dice and put it into a pan with a 
little cream ; then, with a dash of salt 
and pepper on the steak (which was 
soon done to a turn), she placed it on 
a platter and generously buttered it. 
When all was ready she rang a toy 
bell, and the family of dolls filed down 
into the dining-room. 

They seated themselves, and papa 
served the food. When he carved the 
steak the knife bent double, for it was 
really never meant for use. 



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"Why, I must go and buy another. 
I didn't know it was so poor," said 
mamma doll, as she poured the coffee 
into the tiny cups and added cream 
and sugar. 

How funny they all looked, sitting 
there and really eating ! Janie tried to 
smother a hysterical laugh, and made 
such a queer sound that they all looked 
up. She felt almost disgraced when 
her big doll, who had followed her 
about, whispered: 

" Come away, or you'll hurt their 
feelings." 

And now came Dinah with a plate 

of cakes about the size of a penny. 

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Each doll clamored for one. How 
good they looked ! Janie ran to the 
kitchen; she must bake those cakes. 

" O Dinah, please let me. I will be 
very careful." 

"Well, Miss Janie, you may; but I 
am cross to-day. My hair is so crooked, 
and look at my leg ! How could you 
put it on backwards ? I have so much 
work to do, and it is so hard to walk." 

"Why, Dinah, you poor thing, did 
I do that ? I will take it right off and 
turn it around. It won't take me 

more than a minute, and it will soon 

df> 
ry. 

Dinah screamed. 

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" What ! Don't you think I have 
any feelings? How would you like to 
have your papa break your leg and 
turn it round, and you sit waiting for 
the glue to dry ? " and with a scornful 
sniff she hobbled in with another plate 
of cakes. 

When the family had finally finished 
eating, there was still considerable bat- 
ter left; Janie begged for some cakes 
for herself. Dinah consented, and so 
Janie and Miss Dollie sat down to eat, 
taking care to save some cakes for 
Dinah. 

It certainly was bliss to watch the 

butter melt on those beautiful brown 

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cakes, and to pour the golden syrup 
from the syrup cup, which had come 
all the way from Boston only last 
Christmas. 

"Aren't they delicious?" said a 
piping voice. 

Janie jumped up and almost dropped 
the syrup cup. She had been so busy 
over those darling cakes, that she had 
almost forgotten about her doll sitting 
opposite her at table. 

" O you precious thing ! I never can 
get used to hearing you talk. How 
many times I have played tea-party 
here with you, and had to do all the 

talking myself!" and she ran round 

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and gave her another hug. " Let's go 
and tell papa and mamma about the 
breakfast/' she added; but as they 
stepped outside they found the family 
peeping in at the window. 

" Isn't it fun, mamma? And did 
you see the cunning pancakes ? The 
mamma doll is actually going shopping 
because my knives won't cut meat. 
The baby was really crying, and I must 
go up and see her/' she rattled on, 
without giving them time to reply, and 
then ran up the stairway with the big 
doll tripping after her. 

Stopping at the door of the bed- 
room, she clasped her hands in rapture, 

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for mamma doll was giving baby a 
bath. It was kicking up its weenty 
heels, and gurgling and cooing just 
like a real baby. While mamma was 
scrubbing, suddenly baby grabbed the 
end of the wash-cloth. Of course, it 
cried when she took it away, and then 
it stopped to listen, for mamma had 
wound up the little music box. 

So the bath went on till baby was 
all clean down to its little toes, which 
mamma kissed and folded tenderly in 
the blanket. Then she dressed it and 
laid it in its cradle. 

Janie made a motion to take it, but 
mamma shook her head, and whisper- 

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ing that it was asleep, she quietly put 
the room in order and drew down the 
shades. The doll children were mak- 
ing a great racket, and mamma called 
to chem to run out and play, so baby 
could sleep. Janie and Miss Dollie 
followed. 

As they passed through the kitchen, 
Dinah was just finishing a marvelous 
pie, as large as a silver dollar, and sing- 
ing "Der's a good time comin' by and 
by." As she opened the oven door 
Janie caught a glimpse of a dear little 
bird roasting, and oh! how good it 
smelled! A dish of cranberries was 
cooling in the window, and as Dinah 

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left the room for a moment, Janie 
couldn't resist peeping into the ice 
box. There was a block of real ice, 
and a pan of milk with cream on the 
top of it. How she longed to skim it 
with the little skimmer! 

Then she espied a dish of something 
that looked like custard, which she was 
about to taste when Dinah's voice 
startled her. 

"What you a-doin' in my ice box?" 

"I only wanted to know what that 
was," said Janie respectfully, for she 
was a little afraid of Dinah since the 
leg affair. 

"It's for ice cream, an' I'se a notion 

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ter let you freeze it. I'se got a heap 
of work dis mornin'." 

"O Dinah, may I?" and Janie 
danced a hornpipe then and there and 
threw her arms around Dinah's neck. 

"You are a dear, and I am sorry I 
put your leg on wrong. I do wish I 
could fix it." 

"Nebber mind, honey; 1 couldn't 
go through wid dat operation nohow," 
said Dinah, as she got the freezer and 
chopped the ice into bits, then poured 
in the custard and left it for Janie to 
finish. 

With her dear companion by her 
side she worked until the handle be- 

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gan to turn hard, when she knew it 
was frozen. 

"Dinah, can't we lick the ladder? 
Mamma always lets me." 

Dinah said she might, and she duti- 
fully gave Dollie half. She was sorely 
tempted to get a spoon and taste that 
in the freezer, as Dinah had left the 
room, but she knew that would not be 
honest, so she covered it up and ran 
into the yard to see the doll children 
at play. 

She was just in time to see, coming 
slowly down the street, a white, cov- 
ered wagon, marked in red letters, 
" Dolls' Ambulance." It was drawn 

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by six white kittens, who moved along 
so carefully that Janie decided they 
must have some very sick patients 
aboard. It halted in front of the doll 
house, and the little Queen dismount- 
ed, saying she was going to tele- 
phone. Meantime Janie, curious to 
see what was within, walked around to 
the back and peeped in at the little 
open door. 

There she saw a most piteous sight. 
It was filled with dolls of all sizes, and 
in such a condition! Arms and legs 
were off, wigs were missing, and some 
dolls lay with their poor sightless eyes 

staring up at her, in such a pathetic 

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manner, that Janie could hardly keep 
back the tears. One poor little thing 
lay apart from the others and was drip- 
ping wet. Her companions sobbed 
aloud as they told in low tones of how 
she was fished out of a water barrel, 
stone dead. Not even the Queen 
could bring her to life. 

Each had some trouble. Some told 
of how their mammas had lost their 
arms and legs, and how their wigs had 
been off for weeks. Some were sadly 
neglected, many being wrapped in small 
bed-quilts and soiled blankets, as they 
hadn't a stitch to put on. They told 
Janie that the Queen had appeared 

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that morning, had gathered them up 
from their different homes, and was 
going to take them to a dolls' hospital. 
She was telephoning now to make 
preparations for their arrival. 

The Queen soon appeared, and their 
piteous wailing ceased as she hovered 
over them, soothing this one and that, 
placing some in more comfortable po- 
sitions, wiping away tears which were 
rolling down the cheeks of little hand- 
less dolls, and telling them all to cheer 
up, that they would soon be made as 
good as new, except the poor dead 
one, which they would lay awa / ten- 
derly in some quiet spot and cover 

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with pretty flowers. The Queen in- 
vited Janie's doll to go with them, and 
as they slowly departed, Janie looked 
so wistfully after them that she called 
to her to jump onto her wheel and fol- 
low. Janie ran in to ask mamma, 
and was soon spinning along after 
them. 

By and by they turned into a coun- 
try road and down a long lane, at the 
end of which she saw a high wall. The 
Queen told them that it enclosed a 
number of acres of land, and that the 
place was called the " Doll Farm." 

They all alighted before a great gate 
and the Queen blew a wee silver bugle 

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that hung by a silver chain from her 
belt. The gate swung open, and when 
they had all entered it closed 
immediately after them. The 
Qjneen led them up a 
path towards a 
building 



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Janie was too 
much aston- 
ished at the sight that 
met her eyes to fol- 
low. All she could see was an orchard 
of low trees, whose branches hung full 

of doll clothes, swaying in the cool 

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morning air. There were tiny under- 
garments, and dresses of all colors. 
She reached out to examine a particu- 
larly pretty one, and to see just how it 
was made, when a voice startled her. 

"Don't touch that. It isn't ripe 
yet/' 

" Ripe ! '* said Janie. Is it grow- 
ing ? " 

" Why, of course. Now see. The 
button holes aren't begun yet, and the 
buttons aren't near tight enough. It 
will be about two weeks before that 
frock can be picked. Now here is one 
I can pick to-morrow," and he ex- 
plained to Janie just how he could 

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tell when it was ready to be removed 
from the tree. 

Then the gardener, for it was he, 
showed her the trees full of under- 
garments and dear little petticoats, the 
bushes of different colored stockings, 
with shoes and slippers to match, and 
last of all, a tree of hats. They were 
the sweetest things, of many different 
shapes, and from the end of each 
branch hung bright ribbons of all col- 
ors. Near by grew all sorts of flowers. 

The gardener told Janie she might 
trim a few of the hats, if she cared to, 
as they were all ready to pick. Now, 
if there was one thing Janie liked 

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more than another, it was to trim hats. 
So the gardener picked a number and 
allowed her to choose the ribbons and 
flowers. 

She chose red, blue, pink and white 
ribbons, and roses, forget-me-nots, 
pansies and morning-glories. You 
must remember these were all dwarf 
flowers, much smaller than ours, and 
the gardener told her they were ever- 
lasting, and so would not wither. 

Janie seated herself under a tree, 
from whose branches dainty parasols of 
all colors were dancing and nodding 
in the breeze. She would have been 
eager to pick them at any other time, 

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but now with her lap full of such vis- 
ions of beauty, she was blind to every- 
thing else about her. She arranged the 
bows and flowers, and soon had this lot 
of hats trimmed, and begged for more. 
Finishing a number she placed them 
in long rows on the shelves built for 
that purpose. 

She then threw herself on the 
ground to rest, and, glancing up, sav r 
the parasols. 

She clapped her hands and bounded 

to her feet. 

" O Mr. Gardener, can't I have one ? " 
He said she might, and asked her 

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"That beautiful 



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ite one 




a moment. They 



are all so sweet ! " She finally decided 
on the blue a beauty with lace and 
forget-me-nots around the top. 

The pink one had a wreath of wild 
roses, and it was hard to give that up; 
but the blue matched her doll's new 
dress, and so that decided it. Then the 

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gardener told her that after awhile she 
could help him pick the various gar- 
ments for the army of dolls that had 
just arrived, but that now she'd better 
go into the hospital and see what they 
were doing there. And so he led her 
into the house. 

Here Janie found the poor crippled 
dolls being put in fine shape by little 
doll nurses, wearing soft gray dresses 
with white aprons and caps. Legs and 
arms were being replaced; the blind 
were made to see with blue eyes and 
brown ; bald heads were covered, and 
such a wealth of hair did those dolls 
have some curly, some braided and 

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with a ribbon, and some 
hanging straight, for the dolls' mammas 
to braid or curl, as they chose. When 
their bodies had finally reached per- 
fection, they went into a bath-room 
for a sorely-needed bath, and Janie 
went to help the gardener. 

Together they wandered about, 
plucking an outfit for each doll. It 
was great fun to match the dresses in 
slippers and stockings, and then to 
complete the costumes with the proper 
hats. When they carried the frocks in, 

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what a hubbub arose! Each doll 
wanted every dress. 

The little Queen quieted them and 
gave a suit to each one, which they 
soon put on, and they looked so sweet, 
clean and pretty that their own mam- 
mas would hardly know them. The 
Queen called for the bill, paid it, and 
departed with her family, looking like 
the "Old Woman Who Lived in a 
Shoe." 

They made a very pretty picture as 
they walked out, appearing like a lot 
of gorgeous butterflies. As before, the 
gate swung open at a peal from the 
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bulance once more, and away they 
went with Janie following. 

When they reached home they 
found the yard full of little girls weep- 
ing for their lost dolls. But as each 
dollie jumped down and ran to its own 
mamma, what a chattering and b fa- 
bling filled the air ! 

"Who mended you?' 9 "What lovely 
hair!" "Where did you get those 
clothes?" cried the little girls. 

The strange tale which Janie told 
them of all she had seen, and especially 
of the clothes growing on trees, seemed 
too wonderful to be believed, and they 
envied her such delightful experiences. 

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The little Queen then mounted the 
steps and gave them a short lecture. 

She told them how kind they ought 
always to be to their dolls just as 
kind as they wished their mammas to 
be to them. 

She said that when she went from 
house to house gathering up all the old 
dollies to have them made like new, 
she was shocked to see the condition 
of some of them. One had a hopeless 
crack in its head, because its mamma 
got cross and threw it up to the ceil- 
ing. Some of them were naked, and 
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the poor little dead one; and she said 
she could always tell what kind of 
heart a little girl had by the way she 
treated her doll. Those who made the 
sweetest and tenderest mammas were 
those who had taken the most loving 
care of their dollies when they were 
little girls. She wanted them to begin 
over, and see who could be the best 
mother during the few weeks that fol- 
lowed. 

Then they all sat on the grass, 
and Dinah appeared with cunning 
glasses of lemonade and tiny sand- 
wiches, and they enjoyed this almost 
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had finished the Queen said good-by, 
telling them to enjoy each other while 
they could, as this bliss was to last but 
a month. 

Only little girls with live dolls can 
know of the happiness that followed. 
It was no uncommon thing to see dolls 
playing " ring-around-a-rosy " and 
"hide-and-seek," or jumping ropes and 
rolling hoops. Janie never tired of 
watching them, and she and her pre- 
cious doll had many romps. 

Early one morning there was left at 
the door a miniature invitation, which 
announced that a picnic was to be held 
at the Doll Farm the next day. Janie 

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ran into the doll house to ask if they 
would go, and found Dinah busy cook- 
ing for it. She had just finished the 
layer cakes, which had been baked in 
the lids of baking-powder cans. They 
were all iced, some with chocolate, 
others with plain white. A number of 
tiny square loaves of angel food and 
sponge cake looked so good that Janie 
longed to pocket one. 

Dinah allowed her to cut out the 
fried cakes with a thimble, and when 
they were a golden brown, she rolled 
them in pulverized sugar until they 
looked like a heap of white marbles. 
Dinah then made a batch of cookies, 

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which Janie cut also. Next came a 
lot of jelly tarts and apple turn-overs, 
so crisp they would undoubtedly melt 
in your mouth. 

Last, but not least, she made dozens 
of the dearest little baking-powder bis- 
cuits, and when they were baked Janie 
opened and buttered them and put in 
pieces of dried beef, shaved very thin. 
They were delicious. Janie received 
one from Dinah, and longed to swal- 
low a dozen. 

Then Dinah boiled a number of 
eggs, for which Janie tied up packages 
of salt and pepper, as these are neces- 
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to place the food on the pantry shelf, 
ready to pack in a hamper the next 
morning. 

How tempting it looked! When 
they had squeezed lemons for lemon- 
ade and frozen the ice cream, they sat 
down to rest. 

Dinah said it was to be a delightful 
picnic, given by the Queen to all the 
dolls and their mammas. Every little 
girl in the village was invited, and she 
did hope she had enough to eat ! 

Janie ran home to tell mamma 
about it, and to ask if she couldn't 
make something for the lunch. Mam- 
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"I know the very thing," she said. 
"Jump onto your wheel and go to 
each little girl's house, and tell her to 
be here at three this afternoon, and to 
be sure to wear an old dress." 

" You are the darlingest mamma ! " 
Janie cried, as she hugged her and ran 
away with a delightful feeling of mys- 
tery. " It must be lovely if mamma 
planned it, but what can it be ? " 

Promptly at three all were on hand. 
Mamma took them to the kitchen. 

"We will make some doll candy, 
and I will show you how," she said. 

They had to relieve their excited 
feelings by dancing a jig at this de- 

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lightful news, and then they settled 
down to work. They first made some 
chocolate drops, the weentiest little 
things you ever saw; then some marsh- 
mallows, which were about the size of 
parchesi dice. 

Next they made maple-creams and 
dear old-fashioned molasses candy, 

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getting her piece the whitest was to 
have a dainty little box of the mixed 
candies. 

It was great fun ! When it was fin- 
ished it looked so good that mamma 
had to divide a box among them. Then 
she brought out the popper, and the 
children went gaily about shelling the 
corn. This is always a delight to pop, 
and when they had a heaping dish of 
it, they made it into popcorn balls 
about the size of marbles. 

While they waited for the candy 
to harden they ran into the garden 
to play and to talk over these strange 
happenings. 

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"O children, what lovely times we 
are having!" said Janie. "I wish they 
could last always." And each one 
piped in: 

"Yes, but they can't, and we must 
enjoy them while they do last." 

" I know one thing, I do take bet- 
ter care of my doll now. I never used 
to keep her face clean, and she was 
nearly always naked." 

" It was mine that was ruined from 
my throwing her up to the wall. I 
was so mad at her that day, just be- 
cause I couldn't make her dress fit. I 
have a new one now, and I am very 
careful of her." 

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"And mine was drowned, but I re- 
ally was sorry after I did it. She 
wouldn't stand up, and I grew cross 
and threw her into the water; but, of 
course, I never knew she had any feel- 
ings. There goes my new one now, 

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riding the wheel which papa had made 
for her." 

The girls clapped their hands with 
delight at the unusual spectacle. To 
think of a doll on a wheel 1 What 
would happen next? 

Just then mamma's voice summoned 
them to the kitchen, where they found 
a great basket of little candy boxes in 
the forms of hearts, diamonds, half- 

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moons, drums and cunning barrels. 
They packed the candy neatly and tied 
each box with a pretty ribbon. 

Then the boxes were placed in the 
basket, ready for the morrow, and the 
little girls departed for their homes. 
The next day proved to be fine, and 

soon after break- 
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They were clad in pretty dresses, and 
looked as sweet and fresh as a lot of 
daisies. 

Then appeared two tallyhos, the 
one for the dolls being drawn by four 
curly white dogs. The Queen's own 
boy-doll driver snapped the whip, and 
the air was at once filled with the noise 
of the barking of the dogs and the 
music of the bells on the harness of 
the restless steeds. 

The tallyho for the children was 
much larger, and was drawn by four 
sream-white ponies. 

They were all packed in like sar- 
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in the midst of the dolls. The silver 
bugle was blown, the chains and bells 
jangled, and away they flew. 

They were barely started when they 
heard Dinah calling. She was frantic- 
ally waving a red bandanna kerchief 
and beckoning them to come back. 
So back they went. 

" You done forgot me," she shouted. 

" You ! Why, Dinah, are you go- 
ing?" asked Janie. 

" Co'se I is, and I don't like to take 
no liberties nor nothin', but I feel like 
I must tell you dat you done forgot 
anodder t'ing dat I consider mighty 
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de lunch what I'se been workin' at 
dis long time." 

This speech caused a hearty shout 
of laughter. Mamma came to help 
put in the hamper and baskets, and 
Dinah sat in state by the driver. With 
her red kerchief on her head and her 
yellow dress, she looked like a great 
bumble-bee hovering over the dainty 
doll flowers. 

As they rode away, mamma heard 
her singing her favorite song, "Der's a 
good time comin' by and by." Per- 
haps she was thinking of the time when 
her leg would be turned around, or, 
perhaps, of how much they would en- 

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joy the toothsome luncheon she had 
prepared. They had a fine ride, as it 
was a beautiful day, and they were all 
so perfectly happy. 

They sang and shouted, and were 
envied by all the boys in the village, 
who were deprived of these pleasures 
because boys are so dreadful in their 
treatment of dolls. 

All too soon was the ride at an end. 
The girls were eager to see the trees 
where the dolls' clothes grew, and 
when they were actually inside of those 
wonderful grounds, they ran here and 
there like ants. The Qjueen first 
led them around to her own home, 

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which Janie had not seen when she 
was there before. It was the dearest 
little place, with climbing rose vines 
twined about the doors and windows, 
and was beautifully furnished with 
everything one could wish for. 

The Qjieen's own bed-room was 
like fairy land. The bed had Swiss 
curtains draped about it, tied back 
with blue ribbons. There was a lovely 
desk filled with tiny doll-paper and 
envelopes, and a little gold pen and a 
cut-glass inkstand. Here she had writ- 
ten those gracious invitations. 

The closet was filled with beautiful 

little dresses. A shoe box held various 

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t 

colored shoes and slippers, also bed 
slippers and a dear little pair of rub- 
bers. On the dresser was everything 
any young lady could desire. It was 
charmingly arranged with a lace cover 
over blue, and a dainty pin cushion, 
silver comb, brush and manicure set. 

In one corner stood a book case> 
filled with books of the tiniest sort. A 
long window led out into a balcony; 
here was stretched a doll's hammock, 
where one could swing and pick 
flowers without moving, for the roses 
twined in and out. 

After this they went to see the hos- 
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with the dolls. They examined the 
trees carefully and found them most 
mysterious. Lunch was called before 
they dreamed it could be time, and, as 
that is always the best part of a picnic, 
and as little girls are always hungry, 
they hurried to the spot where Dinah 
Was serving. 

Every mamma sat by her own doll, 
and as the food was passed each doll 
helped herself, but the poor mammas 
were like the little pig that had none, 
as they were not allowed to take a 
morsel; and to make it w r orse, what 
do you think those saucy dollies did? 

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Then you remember how you held the 
food to your doll's mouth, pretended 
to let her have some, and then gobbled 
it up yourself. 

Well, that is just what happened 
here. Each doll held it to her mam- 
ma's mouth, and, as she tried to take it, 
it vanished in the doll's mouth in the 
most irritating manner. Every time 
Dinah passed the same performance fol- 
lowed, and how the dolls laughed! 

The children grew hungrier every 
moment when they found those tempt- 
ing viands were not for them. The 
ice cream looked so delicious! It was 
strawberry, and served in small salt- 

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cellars; and then came that lovely 
angel food and jelly tarts. They 
coaxed and pleaded, but the dolls 
only said: 

"That's the way you treat us at 
your parties." 

Finally, when they were on the 
verge of tears, the dolls relented and 
Dinah brought in a fresh supply, which 
vanished very quickly, as everything 
was unusually good and the children 
were nearly starved. 

When they had finished, they pre- 
sented the dolls with the boxes of 
candy, and wound up with a merry 

game of hide-and-seek. 

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The old gardener called them and 
said that each little girl was to be al- 
lowed to choose one entire suit for her 
doll. What a scramble they made 
for the various trees, though it 
was very hard to decide, for every- 
thing was so pretty. 

Janie looked a long time be- 
fore she could quite make up her 
mind, but finally chose a 
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ings and slippers, and a hat with ele- 
gant pink plumes waving upon it; a 
fan and chatelaine completed this cos- 
tume. She chose also the dear pink 
parasol she had so much wanted be- 
fore. There were also stunning coats 
and opera capes with swan's-down 
trimming, and one tree full of dear 
little muffs. 

The handkerchief tree looked too 
funny, with the tiny white things flut- 
tering about like a flock of birds with * 
wings spread ready to fly. 

It was a hard matter to leave this 
enchanting place, but as the sun was 
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kets, presented the gardener with some 
of their candy, and with many thanks 
and good-bys departed. 

When they reached home they told 
the Queen they never in all their lives 
had had such a beautiful time, and, 
thanking her very heartily for giving 
them so much pleasure, they went to 
their homes " to tell mamma all 
about it." 

The days flew merrily by, and be- 
fore they realized it the month was 
almost gone. When Tanie stopped to 
think of those happy times being no 
more, she was ready to cry her eyes 
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determined to enjoy them while they 
lasted. One morning at breakfast 
papa said : 

" Mamma, I think we must wind up 
these remarkable doings with some- 
thing pretty fine. How would it do 
to hire several carriages and take the 
whole caboodle of these chicks, with 
their wound-up dolls, for a lovely day 
at the seashore? The various mothers, 
or rather grandmothers, of the dolls 
can go to see that they don't get 
drowned. It is only a drive of ten or 
twelve miles to the beach. You can 
get dinner at the hotel. I will tele- 
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can all have a plunge in the surf, and 
the babes can dig in the sand and pad- 
dle about, and have no end of a good 
time. How does that strike you, 

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Janie replied by springing into his 
lap and giving him a hug that almost 
choked him. 

" Oh, that will be lovely," she cried ? 
"and I will write the invitations." 

They decided to have it the very 
last day of this eventful month. Janie 
wrote the notes which were to make 
so many hearts happy, and papa went 
to make the necessary arrangements. 

The day came, and Janie sprang out 

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of bed to raise the shade. Instead of 
seeing the sun streaming in, as she 
hoped, she found the rain was pouring 
down in sheets. She made a brave 
effort to keep back the tears, as she 
heard her dollie singing the well- 
known song, " Can't we Make Sun- 
shine in the House when there is None 
Without?" 

" But, Dollie, we can't go," sobbed 
Janie. 

"Why not?" came from mamma's 
room. 

" Because it's raining, mamma," and 
then the tears began to fall in earnest. 

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eleven/' sang papa. " Don't borrow 
trouble, Polly love, but get dressed 
and see what will happen." 

Janie dried her eyes and obeyed, 
very much surprised, for she was sel- 
dom allowed to go anywhere in a rain 
like that. 

After breakfast mamma got out 
waterproof and rubbers, which Janie 
put on, and then waited patiently for 
what would follow. 

The door-bell rang and a package 
was left for Janie's doll. On opening 
it she found another tiny package 
marked on the outside, " Not to be 
opened until you reach the beach." 

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There was also a little gossamer and a 
pair of rubbers, which fitted Miss Dol- 
lie to perfection. How charming she 
looked ! 

Janie hopped about like a young 
robin, as she heard the delightful 
blast from the trumpet, which was 
always associated with their good 
times. She rushed to the window and 
saw, drawing up in front, two omni- 
buses, one filled with the various moth- 
ers, the other with the little girls and 
their dollies. But what was this pro- 
cession which followed ? 

"Oh, mamma! it's all the dolls from 
the doll-house, and each has on a tiny 

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gossamer. How funny they 
look ! " And so they did, 
each carrying an umbrella 
and paddling through the 

water. Mamma, Janie and 
Dollie followed them, and 

all jumped in the omni- 
buses, closed the doors with 
a bang, and away they went. 
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the chatter of this jolly little crowd, 
which looked so odd, hooded and 
cloaked in black, like so many nuns. 
The little mammas cast many admir- 
ing glances at their dolls, for they had 
always longed for them to have these 
wee rainy-day garments. 

" Isn't it the greatest fun?" they 
cried. "I'm so glad it rained; it's 
much nicer to be shut in here and 
listen to it," and they hugged one an- 
other in their delight. 

They had a merry ride. The Queen 
told some delightful stories, which 
were so interesting that when the sun 
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noticed it; till, the last story being fin- 
ished, they all shouted in one breath: 

" Look at the sun!" 

And now they found they were near- 
ing the beach. They could hear the 
ocean roaring, and could see the waves 
creeping up and rolling over with that 
great swish, which once heard is never 
forgotten, and is sweetest music to 
lovers of the sea. 

The 'buses stopped, then all tum- 
bled out and made a mad rush for the 
water. Oh, the beauty of it all! How 
sweet the air was! Who can breathe 
that delightful, salty odor and not love 
it? They played in the sand and 

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gathered shells until eleven o'clock, 
when the air was warmer, and mamma 
said they might put on their bathing 
suits. 

"But what will the dollies do?" 

Janie's doll waved her mysterious 
package, and every other doll waved 
one also, crying: 

"Wait and you will see/' 

Then all disappeared in the bath- 
houses; the gins hurried into their suits 
and awaited the dollies' reappearance 
with the greatest impatience. When 
they finally came they pranced around 
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wonder, for they were clad in the gay- 
est little bathing suits you ever saw, 
with all the colors of the rainbow. 

How pretty they looked skipping 
about! They had a merry game of 
tag, while waiting for the dolls' grand- 
mammas to disrobe, and made a beau- 
tiful picture, dotting the sand with 

dainty bits of bright color. At last 

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all were ready, and they plunged into 
the surf. Such fun as they had! 

The storm had made frothy, snowy 
waves, which came in faster and faster, 
tumbling over each other, as if to see 
ivhich would reach the shore first. The 
children and dolls took hold of hands 
and rushed in among them, only to be 
hurled back in one confused mass of 
legs, arms and heads. For a moment 
it would have been hard for an on- 
looker to tell just what it was, but 
the tangle soon unraveled, and the 
performance was repeated with an ac- 
companiment of wild shrieks of laugh- 
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of dollies, children and mammas. The 

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mammas were soon tired out and sat 
on the beach to rest and watch this 
performance on nature's stage, and, as 
the waves tossed the children and dolls 
out on the sand, they laughed till the 
tears ran down their cheeks. 

Some of the dolls were left standing 
an their heads, others walking about 
on their hands, and one poor little doll 
was stuck in the sand, with one leg and 
an arm sticking up in the air. They 

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helped her out and she ran into the 
water again, undaunted at such a slight 
mishap. At last they came out breath- 
less and lay down on the sand to rest 
before dressing. 

They looked so funny, that mamma 
told them she ought to do with them 
as did an old lady that she once heard 
of, who allowed her children to play 
near a little stream which ran by their 
home. When they fell in she hung 
ihem on a line and fastened them with 
clothes-pins, stuck through their toes. 
It was so odd to see them hanging in 
a row ten of them! When they were 

dry she took them in, sprinkled and 

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ironed them, and let them loose again. 
They were hung so low it really didn't 
hurt them, and they thought it great 
fun. One day she left them 'hanging 
while she went to the store, and a 
thunder shower came up. She rushed 
home in a panic and, of course, found 
them dripping. She took out the 

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house like a brood of chickens, gave 
them each some ginger tea and hustled 
them into bed, piling blankets upon 
them till they were nearly smothered. 
They recovered, of course. 

"And now," said mamma, "we must 
get dressed and go to dinner." 

They all had a hearty laugh over 
this remarkable tale, and thought 
mamma would have to have a great 
many clothes-pins and a very long line 
upon which to hang them. 

When all were ready they walked 
up to the hotel, where the guests were 
eagerly waiting for them. They had 
seen the telegram which ordered din- 

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ner to be prepared for thirty mothers, 
thirty children and thirty live dolls, 
and they watched with the greatest in- 
terest the little girls, each with a doll 
by her side, march into the dining- 
room. How astonished they were 
when they saw the dolls eat actually 
put food into their mouths and swal- 
low it. That was the strangest thing! 
The dolls weren't a bit embarrassed, 
however, and ate a hearty dinner and 
enjoyed it, too, for the long ride and 
the bathing had given them fine ap- 
petites. 

After it was over they filed out, and 
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people begged the mothers to tell them 
what it all meant, and their children 
surrounded the little girls and their 
dolls. Of course, the story that they 
heard was very strange and hard to be- 
lieve, but they could see this part of it 
with their own eyes, and so could not 
but believe the rest. 

All too soon came the omnibuses to 
carry them home. They were to have 
a pleasant open-air ride this time, as 
the roofs had mysteriously disappeared. 
With many good-bys they departed, 
leaving the guests with much to talk 
about. This had been another beauti- 
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the month's jubilee; but Janie couldn't 
be quite happy, when she remembered 
it was the final act in this strange play. 

" Dear little Queen," she pleaded, 
"couldn't you let it last just a little 
longer? We can't bear to give up 
these good times so soon." 

"My precious child, this must be 
the end for the present I always keep 
my word, and the month will be up in 
the morning; but," she added, as the 
tears sprang to all of those bright eyes, 
"if you take good care of your dolls 
and try to be helpful to your mammas, 
I will let it happen again some day, 
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rime; so do not grieve. Remember, 
dear little ones, I love you with all my 
heart, and will plan something even 
more beautiful than this has been." 

And now she bade the driver stop 
at the Doll Farm, where was waiting 
the same wee coach which had so 
startled them at the beginning of this 
remarkable month. A little trunk 

strapped on the back said plainer than 

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words that these times were truly at 
an end. Giving each a loving good-by 

kiss, and begging them not to be un- 

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happy, the Queen jumped into the gay 

little coach and was whirled away. 
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separate homes, each hugging her doll 
and loath to give it up to its former 
existence. Janie tried to brighten up, 
as she bade them all good-by, and said: 
"It will happen again. The Queen 
said it would, and it will; so we ought 
to be extra good. We have had a de- 
lightful time and must be thankful for 
it, and just think what we have to look 
forward to ! " 

That night she tucked in her dollie 
as usual, and, after one last fond kiss 
and a few extra caresses, was soon in 
the beautiful land of dreams, where we 
will leave her till the "next time," 

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truth, must surely come some day. 
Perhaps it will be in the winter, when 
they can have merry sleigh rides and 
snow-ball battles. And perhaps, as we 
listen to the chimes of the Christ- 
mas bells, if we peep through a win- 
dow of the doll house, we shall see a 
tiny Christmas tree and " stockings 
hung by the chimney with care," and 
even hear dear old Santa Claus' sleigh- 
bells, the reindeer pawing on the 
snowy roof, and his great voice crying, 
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a 
good night ! " 

That would indeed be a perfect 
time, so we will not be sad at bidding 



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THE STORY OF LIVE DOLLS 

the dolls good-by, but, as the curtain 
falls on this act, sing with dear old 
Dinah, "Der's a good time comin' by 
and by."