• TABLE OF CONTENTS
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 Front Cover
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Translator's preface
 Translation of the French preface...
 Introduction
 The new year's gift
 The lottery
 Adversity
 Illness
 Scarlet fever
 The wedding
 The theft
 School
 "And David said unto Nathan, thou...
 Reverse of fortune
 Country life
 Shipwreck
 Voyage
 Back Cover
 Spine






Group Title: MÉmoires d'une poupÉe
Title: Memoirs of a doll
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 Material Information
Title: Memoirs of a doll written by herself ; a New Year's gift
Uniform Title: Mémoires d'une poupée
Physical Description: xvi, 176 p. 3 leaves of plates : ill. ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Gouraud, Julie, b. ca. 1830 ( Author, Primary )
Besset, Jane M ( Translator )
Gilbert, John, 1817-1897 ( Illustrator )
Dalziel Brothers ( Engraver )
Woodfall and Kinder ( Printer )
Routledge, Warne, & Routledge ( Publisher )
Publisher: Routledge, Warne, and Routledge
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Woodfall and Kinder
Publication Date: 1860
Edition: 3rd ed.
 Subjects
Subject: Dolls -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Clothing and dress -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Hand-colored illustrations -- 1860   ( local )
Gold stamped cloth (Binding) -- 1860   ( local )
Bldn -- 1860
Genre: Hand-colored illustrations   ( local )
Gold stamped cloth (Binding)   ( local )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: adapted from the French by Mrs. Besset.
General Note: Adapted from the French of Louise d'Aulnay (Julie Gouraud)
General Note: Illustrations engraved and signed by Dalziel drawn after J.G.
General Note: Illustrations are hand-colored but probably by a young owner.
Funding: Brittle Books Program
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Bibliographic ID: UF00003343
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front cover 1
        Front cover 2
        Front cover 3
        Front cover 4
        Front cover 5
    Frontispiece
        Front cover 6
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
    Translator's preface
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Translation of the French preface to the first edition
        Page v
        Page vi
        Page vii
        Page viii
        Page ix
        Page x
        Page xi
        Page xii
    Introduction
        Page xiii
        Page xiv
        Page xv
        Page xvi
    The new year's gift
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13a
        Page 13
        Page 14
    The lottery
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
    Adversity
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 36
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Illness
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
    Scarlet fever
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    The wedding
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
    The theft
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
    School
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
    "And David said unto Nathan, thou art the man"
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108-9
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
    Reverse of fortune
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116-7
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
    Country life
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
    Shipwreck
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
        Page 155
        Page 156
    Voyage
        Page 157
        Page 158
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
        Page 162
        Page 163
        Page 164
        Page 165
        Page 166
        Page 167
        Page 168
        Page 169
        Page 170
        Page 171
        Page 172
        Page 173
        Page 174
        Page 175
        Page 176
    Back Cover
        Page 177
        Page 178
    Spine
        Page 179
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MEMOIRS OF A DOLL;


WRITTEN BY HERSELF.


A NEW YEAR'S


GIFT.


ADAPTED FROM THE FRENCH, BY

MRS. BESSET.



THIRD EDITION.


LONDON:
ROUTLEDGE, WARNE, AND ROUTLEDGE,
FARRINGDON STREET.
1860.































LONDON :
PRXNTED By WOODiALL AND =INDER,
ANGEL COURT, BSRINNE STREET.










TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE.


To all those acquainted with the ori-
ginal French edition, the appearance of
this clever work in our tongue will not
appear surprising. It is, perhaps, to be
wondered at, that no one had already
translated it.
Neither, on consideration, will any one
blame some few alterations, rendered al-
most imperative from the difference of
manners in France and in England.
Morals remain the same everywhere, and
all virtuous and right-minded mothers
inculcate the same rigid principles; but
on the boundary line, where morals and
manners unite, commence those numerous
and inexplicable differences which con-






iv TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE.


stitute our various national and personal
individuality.
While, therefore, rendering unqualified
praise and admiration to the clever French
lady who called the book into existence,
I have ventured, much as I appreciate
her work, to carry out the changes I speak
of. They are very trifling, and in no
way affect the story, and the pains I have
taken to keep the spirit of the original
fresh to the end, will, I hope, be rewarded
by the approval of those English mothers
who, ever ready to instruct, are also
equally glad to amuse their children.

16, BROPrTroN SQUARE,
October, 1853.











TRANSLATION OF THE FRENCH


PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION.


MEMOIRS !-Do not be alarmed! There is no
question of the Empire, or the Restoration, or
imprisonment, or penal settlements.

Memoirs of a Doll .....
You breathe freely Ah, the uneasiness felt at
the threat of the word Jlemoirs results in this-
of a Doll! What is there more innocent, more
true, more loveable, than the delicious little per-
sonage who preceded us in the arms of our
mothers, and who, long before our grandsons, will
sit on the knees of our daughters ? this irompe
cceur," excuse the word, on which the vocation
of mother is exercised this first child, on whose
person one learns to tend, to carry, to dress, and
to love those who one day will also arrive !
Household talents, industrious habits, maternal
skill, all awaken in the heart of the little girl
who finds herself in presence of this dear head of
pasteboard. Yes, the doll is the first child-the
tenderness of her mistress is the first ray of
maternal love-a doll! more to her than even a







Vi PREFACE.

dog or a bird. One hardly speaks a word to
them, but with her we carry on a conversation;
she is one of the family, a part of the household.
Happy the man, who, seeking the companion
of his life, is privileged to choose her from
among those he formerly heard chat to their
dolls! To him the past reveals and guarantees
the future; he alone has seen his wife before he
espouses her-the doll! it was himself in the
past !
If we look close, yes, very close, the doll is
the pivot of humanity Such as are the little
girls of one period with their dolls, such will be
the women of the world of a few years later.
Plutarch tells us that lie judged of the good-
ness of his daughter's heart, from hearing her
beg her nurse to give the breast not only to the
other children who played with her, but also to
their dolls; she thus offered them her food
from humanity, and bestowed on them what she
considered best and most agreeable.
Duclos asserts that woman originates and
frames our manners-manners are the founda-
tion of social order! We are touching on
most essential questions! Should one genera-
tion of dolls be whipped with too much choler,
or embraced with too much ardour, the fate of
the world depends on it. And if, urged by that
fatal curiosity which lost the whole human race







PREFACE.


in the person of the first woman, too many little
girls unsewed their friend to see what was
inside-dreadful inquiry! fear all the errors, all
the faults, all the regret occasioned by the
desire of knowing that which we ought not.
Fear the results of such a mournful disenclhant-
ment! What are our illusions, but the 'ran
from which our life takes its tone, its joys, and
its pleasures ? The veil torn, the illusions vanish.
What remains? an empty doll-case.
Oh, mothers, the matter for your considera-
tion is, the education and whole life of your
children. Watch the behaviour of your little
girl with her doll-listen to what she says ; one
hour of this conversation will teach you more
on the subject, than the two thick vllulnes of
M. Aim6 Martin Thus you will see an exact
mirror of yourselves-the child will scold her
doll as she is scolded, she will repeat to her
what he hears, she will make her do what
she sees done by you. Examine, then, what you
are yourselves-correct your teachitng-find out
what will touch that soul so dear to you-study,
learn: dolls were surely given to children for
the education of their mothers. When one re-
flects that, in this story, you will find all the
other histories, past, present, and future, of chil-
dren with their dolls, one is almost invincibly
compelled to give the book an august title, and


Vii






V111 PREFACE.

to call it, The Myth of the Doll, and the Little
Girl !"
I think that much more cannot be said on the
importance of the Memoirs we now give to the
public; besides, the very name of the heroine
is a sufficient justification for publishing Ver-
meille, almost Merveille !
It is, then, with pleasure that we offer a work
which takes its place naturally beside the "Trea-
tise on the Education of Girls," by F6n6lon, the
works of Madame Neckar de Saussure, of Madame
R6musat, and of all the books on education;
from its relation of adventures, beside "Tclema-
chus," or "The young Anacharsis;" and even
from its historical interest, it may rank with the
"Memoirs of Cardinal de Retz," or, we were
going to say, Czesar's Commentaries !" But
Vermeille only conquered hearts.
Vermeille is by no means a literary doll, she
never wore blue stockings. Her pen is fresh, not
worn down by a hundred heavy "feuilletons," or
the same number of stale novels. Notwithstand-
ing her rare qualities, Vermeille never demanded
the emancipation of the doll; she was contented
with being the best and most surprising doll.
Vermeille, I congratulate you; your modesty
proves that the most worthy asks the least
Rejoice in your triumph, rejoice, dear doll. .....
But we are verging towards a funeral oration;






PREFACE.


let us rather hasten to say that these Me-
moirs resemble nothing which has yet appeared
under a similar title. We may even trace in
these pages a delicate satire on all the Memoirs
published up to the present time. Like those
important persons who boast of their political
position, Vermeille has no faults to justify, no
claims to excuse, no enemies to vilify, no lies to
hand down to posterity ; she may tell the truth
to her friends and her enemies; besides, she has
no enemies ; she has not written on the table of an
antechamber, like Bourrienne, Las Cases, or Con-
stant. Shall we dare to compare to her Saint Si-
mon and his enormous volumes, that bilious, mis-
anthropical, hating courtisan, who found means to
speak ill even of F6n6lon? Oh no Vermeille
is gentle, good, loving, and does not slander.
Madame Merlin ?-a woman who never had a
doll even in the first twelve years of her life !
Shall T name Vidocq, since he has his Memoirs ?
Are there not even the .Memoirs of the "Diable ?"
Oh, no these names alone would bring a blush
to the calm serene countenance of our heroine.
I had once an idea of a fine parallel between
the Memoirs of Vermeille and the Emile" o
Rousseau. But now, I ask you, would it not be
an insult to Vermeille ? Emile is only a puppet,
Vermeille is a doll. Emile never existed, he is an
impossibility: it is the conception of a diseased


ix






PREFACE.


mind. Who ever saw an Emile ? and who has
not seen a doll ? You understand immediately
that an abyss separates them; one is error, the
other truth.
Perhaps, I ought to have consulted the hiero-
glyphics and the Vedas, rummaged libraries,
disturbed the repose of dust a hundred years
old, and, removing ancient spiders' webs, disco-
vered the origin of the doll, then retraced its phi
losophical history, from the commencement of
the world to the present time, and accompanied
all this with a dissertation on its rise and fall;
hut I do not feel confidence sufficient to become
the Montesquieu, or the Michelet, the Thierry
or the d'Eckstein of Vermeille's ancestors. Others
will, no doubt, devote themselves to this noble
task. Mere automata have been the object of
the most learned historical research, and it has
been ascertained that Punch was a rich Neapo-
litan lord, and Harlequin a burgess of Bergamo;
what a shame it would be if the dynasty of
Vermeille had not its Herodotus, its Champollion.
and its poets !
After reading the pages written by this charm-
ing personage, all sensitive beings will think that
she quitted the world too soon.
Elle 6tait de ce monde, oa les plus belles choses
Ont le pire destiny ;
Et rose, elle a v6cu ce que vivent les roses,
L'espace d'un martin "






PREFACE.


She disappeared in the tempest, like Romulus
and like Virginia; but, more fortunate than the
maiden of Bourbon, she did not behold her mo-
ther and Paul, stretch out their arms towards
her from the shore.
Notwithstanding her perfections, we do not
think that she has been deified, like the suckling
of the Latin she-wolf.
But one hope remains to us: we know the
caprices of the mighty ocean, for in this matter
he is not superior to the naughtiest little girl. I
know not what prophetic sentiment possesses
me: under the influence of an unknown power
my eyes open Rejoice, dear children, whom the
adventures of Vermeille have wounded, Ver-
meille is not dead; the tempest abates, the sea
and the winds suspend their fury. Follow the
adventures of your friend She travels in the
empire of the mighty deep; she escapes the jaws
of three famished sharks, and the tail of a formid-
able whale; she visits the beautiful shelly caves
at the bottom of the sea; she examines those
marvellous dominions which a fairy of the thou-
sand and one nights" has revealed to us, and
then she is thrown on a distant shore.
Is it a desert island, and, like another Robinson,
can she find in the astonishing resources of her
own mind the means of sufficing to herself'? Is
it on the African coast, and far from the skies of


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xii PREFACE.

her own country 7 Will she become the plaything
of some horrible little Caffre ? Alas! will she
fall into the paws of some mother-ape of Malabar,
who in her turn presents her to a little monkey ?
Is that coast the Chinese coast, and will she at
last visit the Celestial Empire? I know not;
but be sure of this, wherever Providence may
cast Vermeille, she will wish and will find means
to communicate with you, and continue a story
which has given you pleasure.


A FRIEND OF VERMEILLE.











INTRODUCE TION.



TIME-NEW YEAR'S EVE.
Mrs. MANSELL; CAROLINE, her daughter;
LAURA, MARY, and ELIZABETH, friends of
Caroline.
CAROLINE.
"Well! at last the happy day will soon come.
Oh! the time will pass quickly now, will it not,
mamma ?"
MRS. MANSELL.
"Certainly, my dear."
LAURA.
"As for me, I know what my New Year's gift
will be; I worried nurse so much, that she told
me, for she was in the secret."
ALL (eagerly).
"What is it ? what is it ?"
LAURA.
SIt is a velvet dress, and a swansdown muff."
ELIZABETH.
"Oh I should not care for those presents; our
mammas buy us clothes all the year round, and I







INTRODUCTION.


prefer something out of the common as a present
Mamma will give me a little case of books ; she
promised it me last year. What will you have,
Mary ?"
MARY.
"A splendid doll."
ELIZABETH.
"I am to have a little wardrobe and a four-
post bed, with blankets, and everything complete,
for my doll."
CAROLINE.
You see, dear mamma, all these young ladies
know what presents they are to have ; there is
only I who cannot guess what mine will be. Do
tell me, dear mamma "
Oh yes, yes," cried all the little girls, sur-
rounding Mrs. Mansell's chair.
MRS. MANSELL.
Well Caroline, it is a little book."
,CAROLINE.
A little book! only one, my dear mamma!
You gave me three large ones last year."

MRS. MANSELL.
My child, this work consists only of one vo
lume, and that by no means large, but perhaps
you may attach some value to it."







INTRODUCTION.


XV


CAROLINE.
"Who is it by ? who wrote it, mamma ?"
MRS. MANSELL.
"You will see."
CAROLINE.
Oh! I guess it is you yourself, mamma, and
that is the reason you would not tell me, for
every other year you were not so secret" (coax-
ingly).
MRS. MANSELL.
No, my dear, it is not I who am the author of
the book; it is not, in fact, a person."
ALL.
How then it must be a fairy !"

MRS. MANSELL.
"Well, my dear little girls, since you desire so
much to know, it is a Doll : she has written her
own Memoirs."
ALL (laughing).
"A doll write her Memoirs !"
MARY.
"How amusing it must be !"
MRS. MANSELL.
"Perhaps you may not think it altogether so
very funny, for I assure you this doll does not
hesitate to say what she thinks of little girls, and







Xvi INTRODUCTION.

there are some stories which certain young ladies
might fancy related to themselves.
"But, at any rate, as you are all coming to tea
to-morrow, I will read this singular book to you,
and afterwards we will have blind man's buff and
many other games."
ALL.
"Oh! how delightful! May we come early,
Mrs. Mansell 1"
MRS. MANSELL.
Oh, yes ; at half-past four, so that I may have
time to read before tea."
LITTLE MARY (to herself.)
"I shall take care to put away my things after
me now, when my doll is in sight"












IMEM.OIRS OF A DOLL.


CHAPTER 1.

THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT.

WHAT little girl has not heard of New
Year's Day? or little boy either? Not
one, I imagine, who is old enough to re-
tain an idea, but there are many who live
in the country, and on this festive day
receive an anniversary present, very often
from the famous city of London. Oh!
how much they think of the arrival of the
parcel! what fears there are that the car-
rier may forget it, or that his cart may
upset, or, in fact, that something or other
may occur to change their joy to grief!
Jo






MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


Then there arc many childlrn, too, who
have the great privilege of choosing their
own present, and it is to the circumstance
of a little girl, named Henrietta Ains-
worth, having been promised by her
mamma that she should have any doll
whatever in the Solo Bazaar, that I am
indebted for the honour of appearing be-
fore the admiring public of little pi I..
I will not go through any description of
the process by which I became one of the
most beautiful dolls ever made or seen ;
suffice it to say, that I lay carefully packed
up, and protected from the cold by soft
sheets of cotton, for full three weeks, in
expectation of the Christmas season.
Sometimes I became aware of the inten-
tentions entertained towards me, and of
the purpose for which I was made.
Many little girls at this time requested
to see a variety of us, and often I was in






THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT.


fear of my life from their rough handling,
and frequently, too, from their rudely
snatching me. I who am of so passive
a nature, and formed only for the gen-
tlest treatment !
Mrs. Ainsworth walked directly up to
the counter at which Mrs. Mountain car-
ried on her business, for she knew these
were the best dolls by far, and said that
she wanted to buy one.
There were so many in sight, that it
was puzzling to choose: some of my com-
panions were dressed and sitting up in
chairs; others standing with bonnets and
cloaks on, quite ready to be taken home
immediately; but I was merely divested
of the cotton which had covered my face,
and was shivering in tissue paper. Oh!
how unlike one lovely creature, dressed,
and holding in her hand a card, declaring
that she was Princess Royal;" but one






4 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


great drawback to her happiness must
have been the glass case in which she
was imprisoned, and nearly stifled, into
the bargain.
After examining many of my friends,
who were one after the other rejected,
and in most cases, I am sorry to say, in
consequence of the damage they had in
some way or other sustained from the in-
considerate behaviour of our previous
visitors, Mrs. Mountain offered me to
their notice.
"Oh! what a lovely creature !" cried
Ienrietta. Only look, mamma, what
sweet eyes! what beautiful hair! and
such dear little hands and feet Buy this
one-do, dear mamma: don't get any
more, Mrs. Mountain, for I shall choose
this one-indeed I shall."
Such was the impression I made on
Henrietta. How much I wished I could






THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT.


have thanked her, for during the last three
weeks I had seen so many ill-humoured
little girls into whose hands I had feared
to fall; but Henrietta, although only
eight years old, appeared to me both
gentle and considerate.
But in another moment judge of my
astonishment, when with a look of great
disappointment she put me down, saying
that she forgot, she meant to have a doll
dressed.
You know, dear mamma," she said,
almost in a whisper, how badly I sew,
it is quite impossible that I should make
a frock; I can only hem when it is ready
fixed."
That is the very reason why I wish
you to improve, dear child; with patience
and good-will you will succeed as well as
any other little girl."
Henrietta hung down her head; her






6 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


childish joy was changed to sadness, and
large tears chased one another down her
rosy checks. "Dear mamma," sobbed
she," I don't want a New Year's Gift, in-
deed I don't."
What do you mean, my child? at your
age you should be more reasonable;"
then smiling kindly, she said, when I
was a little girl, I remember the pleasure
I took in working for my doll, Rosetta;
you will see how amusing it is to fold
and put away all her clothes in a pretty
little chest of drawers which I will give
you; to make her bed, to undress and to
dress her. Look at those other dolls,
they are very fine now, but their clothes
will soon be dirty, and then you will get
disgusted with them. What a difference !
if you made the clothes yourself, you
would be sure of the stitches, and might
venture to have them washed."






THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT.


Henrietta listened to her mother, very
attentively; her tears dried up, and her
countenance now expressed most indus-
trious intentions.
"Yes, dear mamma! you are right;
let us buy her, let us buy her."
During the scene which has just passed,
Mrs. Mountain had quietly laid me down,
waiting the result of the little girl's ca-
prices (and, to say the truth, the good
lady was quite inured to the display of
them); but, seeing that matters were
likely to be decided in my favour, she
also began to smile most graciously, and
to point out all my beauties, summing
them up by saying, It is well known,
madam, that our make is very superior,
and quite unlike any other, and this doll
is from one of the most beautiful moulds
Mr. Mountain ever made."
In a word, I was purchased, and Hen-





8 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


rietta received me in her arms with great
demonstrations of joy. She was half
afraid that from my size 1 might he heavy,
and for a moment the recollection of her
little French cousin's doll cane acroc-s
her; for that doll, though vcry slender and
genteel, was so heavy that she was moved
about on rollers; but, without vanity (ex-
cept national vanity, which even a doll
may have, seeing that the example is set
by greater authorities), we are ull, even
the meanest of our sisters, far superior to
French dolls !
As we went along, Henrietta said to her
mama, Let me have a look at her,
manuna ; how pretty she is Oh 1 never
saw a doll look so sweet; she is just li'..
a nice little child! Thank you, dc:ir
mamma, for persuading me to have her."
Arrived at home, Henrietta took off
the whity-brown paper, of which Mrs.





THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT.


Mountain had not been more sparing
than she was in her praises of me; she
then counted my fingers and toes, and,
when she thought no one was looking,
pressed me to her heart and said, after
kissing me, "Poor dolly, how cold you
must be. Oh! I will learn to sew, I
promise you. We shall often be to-
gether, for I mean to be a very good girl,
and please nmanlma in everything."
"Ah!" said I, inwardly (indeed, I
cannot discourse in any other way), what
a happy prospect for me. There will be
no punishments here. Henriettais a good
girl, therefore our studies and our amuse-
ments will be in common." My little
friend passed the rest of the day in try-
ing to find a name for me, but did not
succeed. At night she made me a bed at
the foot of her own ; she spoke of nothing
else to her nurse Betsy, who seemed a






10 3IEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


mild, amiable, young woman, leaving me
as comfortable as possible under the cir-
cumstances. She said good night, and
promised to be very busy on my behalf
on the morrow
The child's sleep was very much agi-
tated ; she gave such kicks, that twenty
times at least I was on the point of falling
to the floor; she talked in her dreams.
All she said was gentle, tender, and full
of thanks to her mamma for giving her
so pretty a doll. So much good for-
tune frightened me. "Alas!" said I,
" the fitc of dolls is only too well
known. Will there not come a time
when I shall be the property of some
naughty child, who, being unhappy her-
self on account of her bad disposition,
will inflict suffering on every one who
surrounds her, beginning with her doll ?"
The next morning, at eight o'clock, I





THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT.


was roused from these reflections by the
gentle voice of Henrietta. Good morn-
ing, dolly," said she, taking me in her
arms; "by-the-bye, miss, what is your
name?" She thought for a moment
very seriously, and suddenly jumped for
joy, and called her nurse. "Betsy,
Betsy, make haste, I have found a name
for my doll; we will call her Violet, after
that beautiful princess in the fairy tale I
am so fond of. See, her eyes are blue
enough for that."
Henrietta got up directly her nurse
told her; she was perfectly obedient, and
said her prayers without requiring to be
reminded. Why are not all little girls
like Henrietta ?
Mrs. Ainsworth, delighted with the in-
dustry of her little daughter, had great
pleasure in helping her. Betsy also took
a part, so that in a few months I had


11






12 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


the prettiest wardrobe any doll could de-
sire.
Ienrietta's papa bought me a beau-
tiful bedstead, round which were hung
some elegant blue silk curtains; and Mrs.
Ainsworth gave me a handsome chest of
drawers with a marble top. Never had a
doll, I am sure, so enviable an existence
as mine.
In the winter I was well cared for, and
never taken too near the fire, which is, of
all things, the most detrimental to my
good looks; but I had all sorts of warm
clothing; indeed, I had everything the
same as IIenrietta-a bon, a muff, a velvet
bonnet, and everything in the best taste
and last fashion. I had even visiting
cards with my name printed, and winter
as well as summer I was considered the
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THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT.


I remember the pleasure we both ex-
perienced at a juvenile ball to which we
went at Lady Melton's. We were dressed
exactly alike. Henrietta carried me so
kindly and so gently; when we entered
the room the admiration was general;
nevertheless, eyes of envy were also fixed
upon me. A naughty girl plotted with
her brother to watch the moment when
Henrietta would be obliged to leave me in
order to dance, and then to scratch my
cheek with a pin, which she already held
prepared.
I shuddered as I listened to their
scheme for destroying my beauty; but I
do assure you that it was less on my own
account than for the sake of Henrietta,
who had kept me as fresh as the day on
which Mrs. Mountain placed me in her
hands. Fortunately Henrietta loved me
too much to leave me for a single instant,


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14 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


and when a little gentleman came to in-
vite her to dance, she accepted only on con-
dition that I should dance with her also.
No one blamed this whim; besides, it
was something new in a grand party like
that, and I was not at all in the way.
Then Henrietta's cousin, a nice boy,
thought it would be great fun to make
me waltz with him, and as he was
careful, she trusted me with him. He
made me pirouet in the air, and caught
me just in time. Every one was de-
lighted; as for me, my head turned
round with pleasure.
The party terminated without any acci-
dent, and Henrietta and her doll went
to bed very happy indeed.









CHAPTER II.


THE LOTTERY.

ONE day Henrietta had played with me
all the morning, at paying visits very
finely dressed, when a poor woman called
with three young children half-clothed,
and crying with the cold. This unfortu-
nate person had been recommended to
Mrs. Ainsworth's charitable feelings by a
lady who begged her to assist her and
some other ladies in helping the poor
woman to return to Yorkshire, her native
county. She had lost her husband, who
was an excellent workman, and who had
consequently earned enough to keep his
family comfortably; but his death had
deprived them of their only resource.
Henrietta listened to their sad story,






16 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


with compassion. I was asleep in her
arms, but this did not prevent me noti-
cing the way in which she contemplated
their clothes all in rags, and I felt, at the
same time, that her dear little hand was
stroking my merino wool stockings which
she had knitted. No doubt she said to
herself, "Violet, my doll, has nice warm
stockings, fur shoes, in fact everything
she does not want; but these poor chil-
dren are almost barefoot."
She sighed, went away, and soon re-
turned with thick slices of bread and
butter, and some old clothes that Betsy
had looked out for her. Mrs. Ainsworth
gave the poor woman (whose name was
Sarah) some money, and sent her away
somewhat consoled by the kind reception
she had met with.
When she found herself alone with her
mother, Henrietta began to talk about






TIIE LOTTERY. 17

the poor widow and her little children,
and I assure you there was great good
sense in her remarks. Mrs. Ainsworth,
delighted at the sensibility of her child,
determined to develop this pleasing and
valuable quality.
"Dear mamma," said Ienrietta, if
they have no money, how can they manage
at the railway?"
"They will walk, my child."
Walk! mamma, it is impossible.
What! all the way to Yorkshire-oh!
how I wish I was grown up, I would
pay all the fare. When I am grown up
I shall have a watch, like my cousins;
but as long as I am little, I shall have
nothing-nothin g-only my doll!"
"Well, that is something," said Mrs.
Ainsworth.. "Why! mamma, a doll is
nothing; she could not be of any use to
those poor people," replied Henrietta,
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18 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


blushing, and holding me very tight.
"Besides, give away Violet, such a
sweet doll! what a notion, mamma!"
"I thought you really were interested
in these poor desolate children, and I
had found out a way by which you might
really pay their fare, and even more than
that. But never mind, Henrietta, we
will not speak any more on the subject:
you were mistaken in the extent of your
compassion, like many other well-mean-
ing persons; you are not so much in-
terested in these poor folks as you
imagined."
"Dear mamma, don't say that, pray,"
cried she in tears; "I pity them very
much; but Violet !"-and poor Henrietta
sobbed aloud-" all her pretty clothes fit
her so nicely-oh! I am so fond of my
doll."
"I know very well," said Mrs. Ains-





THE LOTTERY.


worth, that Violet is a doll quite out of
the common; I know that she is a great
amusement, and that is the reason I
press the sacrifice upon you. I could
then say with certainty, 'I enrietta has
a good heart;' you do not know, my
child, the happiness in store for you, and
what a sweet consolation you would feel,
if you could say, Sarah and her poor
children are clothed, they are in the rail-
way train.' You might go on fancying
them dining on the way, for no one can
do this without money. They would
think of you, they would bless you. Ah!
my child," continued the good mother,
embracing her little daughter, "if you
knew the joy, the happiness, you would
feel from doing this good action, you
would no longer hesitate. Have confi-
dence in me, and give up Violet; you
have now learned to work very nicely,


19







20 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


and instead of doll's clothes, we will
make clothes for poor children this
winter."
"You are right, dear mamma," said
Henrietta; you have a better way than I
of showing the goodness of your heart. I
will give up Violet-but," said the poor
child, hiding her face in her hands, don't
be angry at my crying when I say so, for
you cannot think what a dear doll Violet
is. Look at her, mamma! can't you
fancy she loves me? Well, I have made
up my mind, she must be sold if I am
to have money, but at any rateshe must
be well paid for."
Now, this is my idea, Henrietta," said
Mrs. Ainsworth; "we will have a raffle,
a kind of Art-Union. The doll, her
clothes, her bed and bedding, with the
chest of drawers included, we will value
at five pounds, and each subscriber must





THE LOTTERY.


pay five shillings for a ticket. This will
require twenty-five contributors, whom
we will seek to-morrow. With this sum,
the poor widow can take her family to
Yorkshire comfortably; and I and some
friends will each contribute something
to set her up in business when there.
As to the raffle, we will invite all our
little friends here, draw the lucky num-
ber, and spend a merry evening after-
wards."
"Oh! mamma, how sorry I shall be if
she falls to the lot of some ill-natured, care-
less girl! Poor doll!" and Henrietta's
eyes filled with tears again.
The remainder of the day, being very
wet, was passed in numbering the cards,
and, when night came, Henrietta ap-
proached my bed, drew the curtains,
kissed me, and said in a low voice, Will
she always be so nicely put to bed, and her


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22 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


hair combed so smooth under her night-
cap?" and then she sighed.
At last," said I to myself, my happy
doll's life is at an end! Oh Henrietta,
your good heart costs me dear !" Still I
could not help admiring the good sense of
Mrs. Ainsworth, and the sensibility of her
little daughter.
After all, what is a doll in the world?
I could not deceive myself on that head,
yet all our past pleasures presented them-
selves to my mind in the brightest co-
lours; our walks, our little balls, our
little dinners, and even our hours of
study. Vain regrets the regrets of a
doll!!
Mrs. Ainsworth had many acquain-
tances, Henrietta numerous little friends,
and I, Violet, was coveted by all the little
girls who had beheld me, so that in three
days all the tickets were disposed of, and






THE LOTTERY.


the drawing of the prize fixed for the next
day.
In the morning, Henrietta, although
quite resigned to the separation, could not
refrain from tears. Betsy, touched by
her little lady's distress, continually talked
to her of the happy surprise awaiting
Sarah. They spent a long time in dress-
ing me, and I should be very remiss did
I not give my readers an account of the
elegant dress chosen for me on this event-
ful occasion. I had on my best open-
work stockings, charming white satin
shoes, a white crape dress spangled with
gold, a point-lace mantilla, and pearls, to
give effect to my dark chestnut hair. I
had in one hand a handkerchief em-
broidered by Henrietta, and in the other
a bouquet of rare flowers.
At seven o'clock all the holders of
tickets, and many more children who had






24 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


been invited, arrived. Mrs. Ainsworth
wished them first to play at some games,
but the little girls were too impatient, and
it was decided that the prize should be
drawn at once. Henrietta proposed that
I should draw the number, and every one
acquiesced. She then took me by the
shoulders, thrust my two arms into the
fatal urn, and I produced number
23!
which Mrs. Ainsworth proclaimed in a
loud voice.
There was a great sensation, in the
midst of which Adelaide Vernon cried
out from the other end of the room, It
is I who have gained !" Upon this there
-vas a murmur of general disapprobation,
because Adelaide was disliked, from being
disobedient, idle, and passionate. When-
ever she made one in any game there was
sure to be a quarrel, and more than once I





T;E LOTTERY.


had myself witnessed the effects of her
bad temper.
Ah! how can I express my feelings
when Henrietta, whose heart beat vio-
lently, placed me in the arms of this
nailghty girl. Alas! of what use were
my beautiful eyes, incapable of shedding
tears ?
All the little girls crowded round Ade-
laide to admire me. Oh! how happy
she must be," said one. It is a pity the
good luck fell to her," said another.
" How much that dear Henrietta must
regret her," said a third; as for me, I
don't think I could have had the courage
to part with her."
Adelaide, proud of her success, did not
quit me during the whole evening; she
displayed with much vanity all my ele-
gant dresses, and would allow no one else
to touch even my most simple frock.






26 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.

Quadrilles and polkas terminated the
amusements of the evening, but what at-
traction could I find in a ball which was
the forerunner of our separation! At
length the party broke up; Henrietta
embraced me, one of her tears wetted my
cheek; it was the first blemish on my
beautiful face I










CHAPTER III.


ADVERSITY.

Mr evil presentiments were soon real-
ised. Adelaide had as many bad qua-
lities, as. Henrietta had good ones. The
very evening that she won me at the
raffle, I was thrown aside on a sofa with-
out any notice being taken of me. What
a change!
The next morning when the housemaid
came to arrange the drawing-room, she
threw me from the sofa to an arm chair
close by, saying, It is a mighty fine
doll now, but in a fortnight what will it
be like?" Thus, everything announced
my unhappy fate, and escape was impos-
sible.
As soon as Adelaide was dressed, she







28 3IEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


came to seek me, and flew into a passion
with the servant, who, in sweeping, had
covered me with dust; the fact was that
my pretty dress was quite spoiled, my
pearls and my hair all tangled together,
and my poor eyes almost hidden. As I
was carried past a looking-glass, I beheld
the disorder brought on by my first vicis-
situde. All! how little will efface the
beauty of the loveliest doll!
Adelaide undressed me roughly; and
put me on a morning frock in the most
untidy manner; she did not deign to
brush my hair, but said in a sulky tone,
"Don't imagine, Miss Violet, that you
are going to lead the life of a fine lady
here, as you did with Henrietta, and be
dressed a dozen times a day Not at all;
I am always being plagued and scolded
about my lessons, and so I shall plague
and scold you too. Come to the piano,





ADVERSITY.


miss; you will soon see what a torment
it is to learn the scales." She sat down
the piano, and, holding my hands, moved
them about on the keys in the most care-
less manner. The drawing-room was
soon filled with discordant sounds, and
the same scene was frequently repeated if
Mrs. Vernon was absent when Adelaide
practised her music.
It was not thus that Henrietta played
with me. What a difference When she
had finished her own practice, this ami-
able child would place my hands on hers
and play the prettiest tunes she knew.
Sometimes we struck a wrong note, and
then she would say, "Attention, Violet;
begin again, my darling. Oh! sweet
dolly !" Sometimes she would sing, and
make me accompany her. Every day
showed me some trait in Henrietta's cha-
racter, replete with goodness and intelli-







)U 'I31EMOIRS OF A DOLL.


gencc; you may believe me implicitly,
for, with regard to the praises I bestow, I
am the most impartial doll ever yet mo-
delled.
When Adelaide's lessons were imper-
fect, she used to revenge herself on me
for all the scoldings she so well de-
served, and this sort of thing happened
continually.
One day (we had now moved into the
country) IMrs. Vernon came into the study,
and found me with only a chemise on in
the chimney-corner, thrown by with the
little parlor bellows, and a feather broom.
"Is it possi)lc," said slhe as soon as she
beheld me: is Violet already abandoned,
and spoiled ; her clothes torn and messed;
and liher arms and legs quite black with
dirt ?-Oh who would not recognize the
doll of an idle, untidy girl ? Why were
you so anxious to have her? I should





ADVERSITY


have been wise to have given her to little
Susan at the lodge, for her mother says
she is a careful good child. Naughty
girl! dress Violet directly, and bring her
into the drawing-room, and if the Miss
Russells come, as I expect, your negli-
gence will be exposed, and serve as a
lesson to them."
Mrs. Vernon's conduct was very sen-
sible, it must be allowed, but nevertheless
I did not feel grateful as I ought to have
done, for I foresaw that the justice of her
remarks would only irritate Adelaide, and
to tell the truth, I was hurt at being so
unsparingly criticised. And then to ap-
pear in such a plight in the drawing-
room! what could I expect? All the
usual praises would be changed into
contempt. Oh! how my vanity was
wounded!
As soon as Mrs. Vernon had left the






3o ML3MOIRS OF A DOLL.


room, Adelaide seized me in a rage,
whipped me, and gave me such violent
slips on the face, that it is a wonder my
checks wre not beaten in, Good-for-
nothing doll!" cried she, you alone
were wanting to make me scolded more
than I used to be. Yes! I will dress
you, but if you are troublesome you will
repent it, I assure you."
It was with difficulty she could find
me a decent dress; and when she was
putting my arm into the sleeve of a lilac
silk frock that Henrietta had many a
time dressed me in, her roughness was
such that my poor arm came off in her
hand. In great consternation, Adelaide
became tranquil in a moment, and tried
to fasten the wax to the cotton part of
my arm, but in vain. Quite in despair,
she ran to her mamma's maid, who, after
some persuasion, consented to try and






ADVERSITY.


mend it, for although she had a good
deal of trouble with naughty Adelaide,
Charlotte, the maid of whom I speak, was
kind as well as clever.
From that day forth Adelaide was less
rough with me; but I must mention little
Susan, the lodge-keeper's daughter, with
whom Adelaide (having neither brother
nor sister) used to play sometimes, not-
withstanding her pride. Susan was ex-
cessively fond of dolls; the poor child had
only a miserable wooden thing dressed
up in any rags she could find, and this
was her only toy. Before my arrival in
the country, she could not imagine any-
thing superior to this ugly piece of wood,
called a doll, but when once she had be-
held me, she no longer cared for it, and
that is easily accounted for.
Iow happy you must be, Miss," said
Susan one day, "to have a doll with wax




34 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


arms and legs, and such sweet eyes, just
like real ones How they shine! Let
us play-with her, will you?"
Oh, no! Susan, let us play at ladies;
you shall be my maid and dress me;
then I shall scold you and discharge you.
That is a much nicer play."
Little Susan did not think so, and no
wonder; Adelaide showed in her plays
all the vices of her character, and the
morning generally finished with tears.
One day, Susan seeing me in a corner,
ventured to ask Adelaide to lend me to
her for one day at the lodge.
Oh! take her, my dear,"saidAdelaide,
patronizingly, and keep her until I ask
for her; it will be so much less trouble
for me, for that doll is the torment of my
life, and I sometimes think she is a spy
on all my actions."
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ADVERSITY.


difficult, as she carried home Miss Ade-
laide's doll from the great house. When
she entered the lodge the surprise was
general.
Ias it been given to you?" said her
mother.
"No, mother, but I have permission
to keep her for several days."
Susan could not contain her joy. Every
one admired me; indeed a princess would
hardly have created a greater sensation
in the lodge than I did. The dear little
girl gave me the half of her bed, she un-
dressed me, and put on me such night
clothes as she had; in a word, the poor
child took notice of me, and that is flat-
tering, even to a wiser head than that of
a doll.
Peter and his wife were honest indus-
trious folks, and brought up Susan and
her little brothers to be obedient and







dilInl. 'Trhy were neer *-1,'ll ihnli
Rildm itl thl ruidL, tlnd IInllAll'l illy
tunche r wag har mothelcr. I wVai dilighl -d
ithl thi. harnionyv of tliI family ial Ill
I flg, iand w ib thl exclptil, ,1of lr li dM .
hl sclintrutv alahiy, LId lIr It rtad
tih naIle 'nm eery k-ltr slit rt niul i wI
tlit grtl house, I saw noticing llt "ik
not Ilghly edlfyving; and iltn, I f.ln, i
only (to Ihow her hubliand \hoIn +'l%,11
Hil (11111 rc'Idl writing.
If u doll could slekvl, I rnllly Aoild
this night iave fancied la.it I idrn intd
\llt s~ipring with tlhc ludgi-L. Ir'
dauhtnr' W 'here was non nit i -
gual I-d with blue dil curtaiun' --
know that t is more honloura.l t, I.,lwg
to a gIod little girl in hum!ill lirh', llhin to
SIiinughty child in high life: hIt still
you liiimt I diint that uucih 11 iuilden
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ADVERSITY.


are not wiser than ladies and gentle-
men !
In the morning, Susan determined to
dress me very nicely, and began to wash
my face with a soft pocket handkerchief.
In a second I became as white as a turnip.
She who was well washed every morning
had not foreseen the fatal results of this
process in my case. The poor child began
to cry and sob at the sight of my pale
face; she ran up to the house to find
Charlotte, who was very fond of her; every
time little Susan carried up a letter or a
visiting card, this kind lady's maid gave
her a cake or a tart.
So Susan related her misfortune to
Charlotte.
Don't fret so much about it, my dear
child," said she; Miss Adelaide does not
love her doll nearly as much as she did;
I shall put her away in one of the ward-






38 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


robes, and when she asks for her, I shall
find some excuse to make for her pale-
ness.
The child was only half consoled; she
would no longer see Violet! and then,
this falsehood!-
Here was a fresh reverse for me; con-
demned to be confined in a wardrobe
with Miss Charlotte's aprons and petti-
coats !
At length, one day, after languishing
many weeks in obscurity, Adelaide re-
ceived a visit from her cousin Julia, a
nice little girl, so fair and so merry, and
in whose sweet, mild, blue eyes good
child" was truly legible. She made in-
quiries about me. Adelaide blushed,
rang the bell, and asked for me in a very
ungracious manner, as her friend wished
to sec me.
Julia noticed my paleness and re-





ADVERSITY.


frained from saying anything, but Ade-
laide, guessing her thoughts, exclaimed,
how ugly I had become, and added, with
a disdainful air, that she no longer played
with a doll."
Give her to me, cousin," said Julia.
Oh! willingly, dear; let us look for
all her clothes; here are her bed and her
chest of drawers;" in a moment the wreck
of all my property was got together, and
I took possession of my diminished for-
tune with unspeakable satisfaction.
Julia was ten years old, and I had
heard so much in her favour, that I hoped
better days were in store for me. I de-
parted, enchanted at the thought of quit-
ting this splendid mansion where I had
suffered so long and so severely.










CHAPTER IV.


ILLNESS.
WVrEN Julia examined Im, on her return
home she was grieved to perceive in me a
number of defects that she had not seen
in her anxiety to become my owner. My
arm was continually breaking, my cheeks
peeled off in scales, and the tangled state
of my hair was completely hopeless; but
all this did not dismay Julia, who was
really the devoted friend of the doll spe-
cies. She therefore asked her mamma if
there was no possibility of curing me of
these disorders, and it was decided that
some day soon I should return to Lon-
don, for the benefit of my native air, in
Mr. Mountain's manufactory, and also
undergo such skilful treatment as he
should think necessary.





ILLNESS.


In the meantime, however, Julia was
unwilling to lose the pleasure of my com-
pany, and she found means to turn even
my ugly appearance into a source of
amusement. Suppose," said the merry
child, "suppose we have been travelling;
the carriage has upset, Violet's arm is
broken, and the end of her nose fright-
fully bruised. Nothing more natural
under the circumstances."
She immediately suspended a broad
black ribbon round my neck, and care-
fully placed my arm in it, and then put
on my night-gown and night-cap; she
took such pains to conceal all my defects
that, really, I did not look so very ugly. My
bed was then thoroughly shaken, and ar-
ranged with clean sheets, and pillow-cases
of the most dazzling whiteness. On a little
table by my bedside was placed a cup,
made of French china, and not larger






MEMOIRS OF A DOLL


than a thimble, in which Julia was con-
stantly pouring some excellent lemondoe,
to refresh me, in consequence of the pain
of my fractured limb.
That evening some of ht r little friends
came to see her, for she was a great
faiourite among them all.
My dear young ladies," said the little
girl, I am delighted to see you, but I
Italio you will favour me by making no
noise whatever. My doll is ill; Slo has
been thrown out of a carriage, and
I am in fear that brain fever may en-
sue.
Oh! my dear," cried Blanche, tie wit-
tiest of them all, "you must have her bled
immediately. My pretty Genuani doll fell
from a donkey last year when we were in
France, and, without me, I don't know
how she would have got ovur it."
"Let us go and see Violet," cried






ILLNESS.


they all, foreseeing that my illness would
divert them.
Gently, ladies," said Julia, walking
on tip-toe, "perhaps she is asleep."
I then saw these charming children ad-
vance silently towards my bed, the cur-
tains of which were partially undrawn.
I hope you have confidence in me,"
said Blanche, with an important air.
Great confidence, my dear," replied
Julia.
Then, Miss Violet, give me your arm,"
said Blanche. "Oh! how it burns poor
doll! she has a dreadful fever. There is
not a moment to lose-I must bleed
her."
As to that," said Julia, I cannot al-
low it; her arm is already nearly off, you
had better not touch it."
I won't hurt it the least in the world,
dear," said Blanche; "you may rely on






44 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


me, for I saw the doctor bleed our nurse,
and I understand it perfectly."
With the most serious air possible she
prepared the bandages, and tied my arm
above the elbow, then stuck a minikin
pin in the wax, and the operation was
over.
Now," said the Doctor, "we must
apply blisters to her legs."
She then took two large wafers and
stuck them on the calves of my legs, and
after having given me two pills and
prescribed a cooling mixture, they left me
to go into the drawing-room to tea.
As for me, I was not sorry that they
had thought of this play for their amuse-
ment. I had been knocked about so
much at Mrs. Vernon's, that a good bed
seemed the very best remedy for all my
ailments and fatigue As for the lemon-
ade, not a drop was left, and there had





ILLNESS. 45

also been a tolerable consumption of
oranges in my sick room.
Before they went home the little girls
came to visit me once more, and promised
Julia to come again soon, hoping to find
me convalescent. Is it merely the self-
love of a doll, or have I really a glimmer-
ing of reason? At any rate, I feel con-
vinced that children so amiable and so
thoughtful concerning a sick doll, must
one day become most attentive and con-
siderate nurses to their mammas, or their
own little children, if ever they have any.









CIIAPTER V.


SCARLET FEVER.

An I how gladly would I really have
sufirned whl: these dear children imn tlltd
in thi ir play, if by that menus I could
lu n preventedI the ilIlnis which sooxl at-
takid Imy dear Julia. In it diay or two
her bright blue eyes became dili, miid the
nross on her cheeks werC replawcd by a
pale languid tint, which at last gave place:
to til turning colour occasioned by the
scarlet f ver.
Miss Julia is ill!" said all the sr-
%nnts in the house: how dull very.
thing seCns. Oh! if Lady Campbell
were to lose this child, it would I e the
dicuh 0o' her. Such a swoet little crteR-
ture, Ian so amiable oh, how I wish she





SCARLET FEVER.


may grow up into a woman, for I should
be so happy to serve her," said they
all.
Little girls, are not these praises of
more value than those of your slight ac-
quaintances ? It is only at home, where you
live, that your true characters arc justly
appreciated. Never did I hear little Ade-
laide Vernon spoken of in these terms:
the servants waited upon her out of re-
spect to her mother, and even then with
a certain degree of repugnance. How-
ever, the recollection of this naughty Ade-
laide must not make me forget Julia,
whose gentleness formed so pleasing a
contrast to the ill-temper of her cousin.
Lady Campbell was in great distress,
and did not leave the bedside of her
daughter. Oh! I envied her place; the
groans of my dear Julia went to my heart.
Poor child! yet she was resigned, and






48 Nxo6IRS orP Ir) u


rendilyv took everything her imothlr or her
111*t, gatv hV r 1 ,
They lined only to may, (Cinu, ldear
Julia, lake this draught; at t all rue 'ou,
ner; have a littL- n-lSulto"- and
dftr nitcing a little irligna;:n Jniu.
the gpIo Julia, iddeled iI the ilninsm
oa her mother. For three whole wnks
she suffered cruelly, and had Ino 1it r go
lmany thlillg that were Id(Ih dialigric.
ulet 1111d Inil fill, and Jind I1iu init InieI
oulildient and reasonable, lin doubt sAh
Soul have iedl like ,o many o(thr ul.
stinate chuldwnn.
I reme now to the lhapp plrnd ,f I6n
OnTry. SIal I eer fiLgrt thI man.-
rlile day on which Judia one iirIv a,,ed
to piny with me? Alalull, nlire is
Violt P let me have hir, tie liver in
gone, *o there is no danger of her linking
it now," said she smiling. At that mc-






SCARLET FEVER.


ment I wished to be a bird, that I might
fly to her bedside.
Delighted at the expression of a wish
which so strongly indicated returning
health, Lady Campbell hastened to place
me in the arms of her daughter, and from
that day forth we were no longer separated.
We rose at the same hour, and were both
dressed as little invalids. She seemed to
love me all the better for our separation.
One day she tried to make me a new frock,
and after cutting up a good deal of printed
cambric she succeeded, and I saw with
intense satisfaction, that, like a good mo-
ther, Julia would no longer depute any
one to make the clothes of her dear
Violet.
Lady Campbell spent whole days in
playing with us. Excellent woman I with
what affection she watched every move-
ment of her little girl! her countenance






80 KKMOS (W A DOLL.

evinced no feeling but gratitude for the
recovery of her beloved child.
I now wonder how any little girl an
he uaughty and unamlable when I rdhct
how Julia w teded dunag h e ill
byevey oemein thl e; for t he
rendered by trun action u very dif-
feent to those give n enaw e for
mer money. Think o thi, ll you little
girl who are-perverse and disobedient;
try a little to be good, and I am much
mitak if you do not sequin tete
fr it.





THE WEDDING.


CHAPTER VI.

THE WEDDING.
I MUST not omit to inform my readers,
that during Julia's illness I had been
sent to London, whence I returned with
renovated health and fresh beauty, to the
great delight of my darling. Lady Camp-
bell, anxious to celebrate her daughter's
recovery by some treat, asked her what
sort of amusement she would like best,
and promised beforehand to grant her
request, well knowing that Julia would
not propose anything extravagant or im-
possible.
My dear mamma," said Julia, I feel
a little hesitation for fear you should laugh
at me; I have grown nearly two inches,
you know, during my illness, and yet the






rv*oIS OF A IoIL


ritjiost I n1m going to nimke sw wc very
(1chiliMi ( In lI c1 1 a giicll g[i'l 1I II 110
it."


tnAl t11 F :e julst UL" t IoU Wr.," Aild
I-lh, C'atili il.
Wc,." sNen amid l, hliar in ? rr, dy.
" for a Iotg tilma my niAini I'it and I
l:e ,l'h tiidt upon marn, illg Violht, nnd
thr rtiaili I have not ve iiotilioitr it be-
t'on ik, fllit, t is a very Hr'ilimH I 1" itlls'
to tl0 i( i It ilsbaiUd, ) o1 kliW., In the
first Ipla;, ne (khcnrtieit l 1t wait uill
Ith IaiV wrnt to aKjdul tir an- so
iitl il tfie way whein i ]il pI isl dllk,
ftir, at th*y unilrTstand ivotoii wlua trc
alioit thirm, thry tiruk thlint i l qtlttlil
niit in ridiculing us. Nou na Eli is
(illliifig 0 to ity with mo ilgi li, IsI Mion il
ily iiiit do Malrsiitac Call Tlinr lig her
bunnilal in London, I think it wouill le






THE WEDDING.


a good opportunity, and in order to please
Elise the marriage shall be conducted all
through the same as in France. You
know it is a little attention to her as a
foreigner, and you wish me to be always
more considerate and kind to her on that
account."
Lady Campbell was quite pleased at
Julia's politeness, for you know that true
politeness always indicates a good heart.
She willingly consented to her little plan,
and told her that Elise and her mamma,
Madame de Marsillac, were expected the
next day, and that they (the mammas
who were sisters) intended in a few
weeks, when Julia had got quite well, to
make a little tour on the Continent, and
finally to spend some months at Aix-la-
Chapelle, where Madame de Marsillac
resided.
Julia was equally delighted with her





MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


mamma's plan, but immediately expnrsed
a hpo that I also was ilduluoll ini the
arrangements.
Oh! of course," aid Lady Camp-
bril; you old be quite lost without
Violt, and I real- think I should mi
her myself."
What condescesion! and from a per-
son of such truly superior mind and edu-
cation; but you will always find, dear
little girls, for whom I write this hook,
that it is only the truly great who can
ca dencnd gracefully.
Wben Ese arrived, she wa quite
ovroym d at the great pklsure that
awaited her, ad she fully appreciated
Jul'I' attention. As everything was to
be conducted according to the idens of
little Jlisn with regard to a French mar-
riuge, and as those procwodings were
quite new to Julia, it was infinitely





THE WEDDING.


amusing. They had persuaded Lady
Campbell to have a little car made, which
could be moved by a spring, and when
once propelled, ran quickly the whole
length of the dining-room. Julia was
thoroughly instructed in the duties of a
French mother on this important occa-
sion, but I was far from partaking her
joy; I saw nothing diverting in the idea
of this marriage, for I expected no other
partner than a ridiculous "Punch," the
only doll of the male sex I had ever
seen; and, again, I dreaded my dear
Julia's affection being partaken by
any one. She, however, cut short my
unpleasant reflections, by taking me in
her arms, saying:
"Well, Violet, you are going to be
married! To-morrow I shall go out to
buy your wedding dress. Oh! my love,
how pretty you will look-come smile a





5G6 ILMOIR OF A DOLL.


little, do not look so very serious. Don't
be afrnid, my own sweet doll, that I
should divide my affection cibwecu your
little husband and you; oh! no, you
will always be my best beloved ; bcsids,
little girls never have any liking fur
Ilarlequins or Funclih ; it would be so
ridiculous. But you know, dear, it is a
play that that funny Elise lha invented
to amuse me, because I lo;c you so, and
she loves me too, dearly 1" She then
went on talking for some time to explain
the ceremonies attendant on a foreign
marnnge.
On the day appointed (I remeimintr it
was on a Tuesday) all the company in-
vited to my wedding arrived punctually,
according to invitation. Sir of these
young ladies brought each a dull, who
aspired to the honour of my btand.
Louisa Mianard presented a splendid





TIE WEDDING.


little boy in a tunic and white cambric
trousers, but as Julia declared she saw
leading strings still attached to him,
the pretensions of this gentleman were
politely negatived at once.
Little Lady Isabella Douglas now pro-
duced the prettiest shepherd imagin-
able. He looked as if he had just
stepped out from a picture; he was, I
must admit, quite handsome enough to
hope for the honour of being my hus-
band. .Do we not every day see beauty
and riches disregard what society calls
the advantages of a good match ? Julia,
however, who was perfectly instructed in
her part, refused the shepherd in the
most complimentary manner.
"Gentle shepherd," said she, what
would you do with a lady of fashion like
Violet, accustomed to the pleasures of the
world, and having a decided taste for the






58 MEMOlRs OF A DOLL


fine arts, and, alas! a still stronger incli.
nation for fine clothes? This town lady
would be insensible to the charm of your
beautiful country scenes. Return, then,
to your rural cottage, dear shepherd, the
doll of some nice little farmer's daughter
is more suited to you."
Lady Isabella was disappointed, but,
as tlhy were only at play, she was not at
all affronted-the husband chosen for me
being kept quite a secret.
Florence Gilbert very gravely pre-
sented a magnificent old manrjlis, covered
with diamonds and stars. Ils lace shirt
frill, black velvet waistcoat, and gold-
headed cane, announced that he was rich,
and evidently of an ancient family.
My Lord Marquis," said Julia in a
stately nuiner, "your proposals do both
me and Violet great honour; but unfor-
tunately you make your appearance a





THE WEDDING.


century too late; my doll declines to
marry a grandpapa."
"Well now," said Clara Summers, "I
beg to present a very fashionable gentle-
man, whom I really think you can find
no fault with."
Dear reader! imagine a print from a
tailor's fashion book!
Julia, pretending to be embarrassed,
consulted me in a whisper; she then said
to this elegantly-dressed personage:-
"Sir: Violet renders full justice to
the tailor who has dressed you so ex-
quisitely, but she finds you too much of
a dandy. Excuse, I beg, the candour of
a doll."
I am sorry to say Clara was as much
annoyed at his rejection as a dandy really
would have been himself.
A young sailor, who was now intro-
duced by Caroline Mandeville, excited






60 MEMOIRS Or A DOLL.


universal admiration. His form was
tall and well-proportioned; his counte-
nance, cheerful and frank; his eyes the
brightest enamel could produce-in a
word, there was nothing to be urged
against him. As for me, while rendering
full justice to his manly beauty, I trem-
bled at the thought of uniting my fate to
that of a sailor. I could not resist a
feeling of horror at the thought of the
sea-even a stream of the stillest water
upsets my nerves.
What, then, was my joy, when I heard
these words:-
"Dear sailor, I see that you are made
to win the hearts of all the sensitive dolls
in our circle of acquaintance, and I am
sure that Violet appreciates your merit,
and that of yonr noble profession, I
know the heart of my doll; she would
desire to be your inseparable companion,





THE WEDDING


and to partake all your dangers, and I
could not oppose my wishes to her duty.
The idea of a separation disturbs me
already; what, then, would be the reality ?
Pray retire, my dear sir, with the
assurance of my sincere regret."
In a word, my fate was going to be,
sealed, for there remained only the
vrote'gq of Elise. He is a young colonel
of hussars; his jacket is gracefully thrown
over his shoulder; he is evidently brave,
for several stars glitter on his breast.
So young too!
His name is Prince Fortun6. His form
is majestic; beautiful black hair curls in
profusion round his temples and gives
effect to his bright blue eyes; he has I know
not what expression in his handsome face,
that charms all the little girls and the
doll too.
Yes! this Violet, but a moment ago so





tJ MEMOIRS OF A DOLL..


iiill'ifinint, now feels quite favoumrily dia
posed IwarIird this elegLnt ilitur. I
thought thI children might invent mnuly
gines. i which, without rivnlling one
another. we might elicit gnrat admi.

r'nnr Fortund was pnrlainmil ly
huslnimn, to the great delight of Elw,
and fOr fear the others night tIel hurt,
Julia nmid, with her usual amlilnililty-
)D not, my dear friends, feel vexed
nlout I doll. Let Lus le jlt : Violet
cannot lm- si hlusban!s, of course she
had to crhne mount her suilrm., mid I
could l m aist payig thls cn|llimcnt
to Ehli'r who is my oldest fried. and a
Imrigner also: it is she who thought of
this gainm to celebrate my ruvilry. Let
is liavI the li gentlemen (pl(inting tu the
(dolI) t11 I~i'get their disappointllinut while
we drn. the bride."






TIE WEDDING.


"I must first," said Elise, "present
her with Ithe marriage basket: we call it
in France, the 'Corbeill,,' and Pruice
Fortune confided to my tast the office of
selecting its contents."
?citder Julia nor any of the English
girls knew of this; it was therefore a
pleasing surprise. Judge of our dicliglt
when Eliso produced the pretticip box
imruginable, made of saidn wood and stud-
dcd vith steel, containing a pretty blue
g./ze s'arf, a little fml, and a tiny ji rm
filled aith threepenny pieces, on wluch
was emibroidered the words lbr Me
poor." There were also a nckLlace made
of melon-seeds mixed with blue beads,
and another of some small American
seeds, also two superb dresses, one of
green velvet, and the other of pink satin.
Julia was almost wild with joy; ne er-
theless, she ran 0of directly to thank her





C t MEOTIES OF A DIOLI..


milnt, MiRhldni do Jarsillac, who sheI kiuw
mIust lvuwe laken the trouble l 1 liao nl
thIese pntty things for Ime ill order to
glr.tif li r little niiLe ;'fl r inl Ilth' inidI of
lh r Il.% ) .ui se Juli did l Int forgrlt imat
I.is (di.- to hir parents andl fto]Hi-u, a,
iany.h lilt:; gir!s do cciw 1i l1
On hi'r r. tutrn so- r'b lti'il hr 1',i1'1v,
saying, 'rince, I slwak otn 'haltf if
Violt, iLtnd o(tcr you the IflmLkY whilIt
slic is to tilmid to cxprsc ]leirsclf. You
lo 'ii' si1cnt, b1)ut C ran aillsi!y i!gille
Siur F, liii -. "
T'l'hI prl'igs of dre-inug in,\- ta of
cll .lllhtiha but tihey :ail ltf rd Iliir
d\itc, I wias quite wtilhihd hi\ Im
hilndulliail' I remember that i1) dlr'.
Iillid so lightly that for a niuiinlt I
friird hinig broken ii hull'. It, wis
white ., lini lii over wliit' sill, uII d altl
anlulluld. tly trinmed with I cr, I :llite





TIHL WEDDINi.


shoes, a veil rl"ganllly thIro n oir n.y
head, which was I l.ti, Ily iLdorIL.l v1ih
ringlets, and i I(pocket-,III(k,(Tlf on
tllich was irmhroiildLre tihe ronl-t of the
Prince. Such was my ii)-ldiill coiiumr.
Charming ioitu m," ..ld Juli, I
now give you Vio l, t it, )oir I Jnstant
companion site Ilas IK. 11 Mill roughI
up, is afifclionate land i, l-litmptrce -
you will assuredly I.: 11 apy, for -i-e will
IIver say a word wlJir(l C ild ill liluy wily
displease youl. You saw hIo luiny
suitors she had-I hop tuirefore, you
iili duly appreciate tihe lioinur of hir
choice. Wt will i.ow uilr;c oiir
marria-g by a 'titjctll r I: I. i" t .:2 .r;,'
nid clos' the day's nale. iatu:lea l a trip
to Windsor."
The Prince dII I wcro tIIhen picked on
tie sprixig car, which dti hdl, ol' as if by
enchantment, and iliussin through the
F





C6 M:'.o1iS OF A D'i I..

fol.ling iliKrs, arrived safvrl inl tlI dintng
raOIIl, wlihrc tlhe servalidt W%.rl ill I\1i c-
Ilillli hi If l'-inig us, this leing tnl dllnnir
tillm of 1I little party.
11Tih .tfast was uIoiA tI't fill. ph;'s
ld fllin lilli i rW e Do.t Ii thel
v .ci. wil ill ne hVlldlhn .IIll inlt
Zhg11. nd int he b. i It lit l riiii .I, II 11
oin \li ,.Ii a Campbeli's Imni I, Iddla
liay T'io nlice little st'nts Ilrnhrlil II
lmiishM wI'It placed for FoIf't.i1 1ii 111( 1i,
, ,,l i l' d r ir: wcre tile kingll 11111 |lh'cii
of I01" i,'It, and being oppiol I l oif
;ii*,'. .r \i 'li(, ed to gr.at ii'hllt .i '.
l i( ivll lini' t. lit ( i: ll m I 11 -
l,.ltIn N :.nill'r, and ti- la Il pil I!l ilmk
tiIr l i, .. ill ii e and .it ., ruling
i( I t C"tatllh shicd l lcustIIll Ut ti lI >.itca-
MilOll'i.
\i l nt last it was litne 1i I hilnk of
luatlin~ i tih l:ain for Wiit-.l r, blit '.,ii.c




THI WEDDING.


]low u r olthr I did not look forward to
this frip with the same plcatum i s most
brdlich, iini besides I hall haid ,Iloligh
or thie ioisi of our own nIliinl in a
iolid, I w.:s afraid of the rmiawn%. W':
arrIIl hlinetr safelv ; I'lrtlut l.t
hN-i msti.l attentive during tih jl itiuly.
andl il'idlloui'ly hidd the bi (" hiinihlinos
nil thii piass'd; really, I tlhilk ilolk have
pl' .li i icli ts.
A.ftr i lightfl] excursion in lil' IP a'k,
wlhew wi attrtUted great att'riilon, IlO
littl [party ret urned to the r ;isl? itiati ;
llt Oi I felt imorn ami Inorf t ..W Iy,
nil:it d tt. me haPtiln thI' r,.i,.al
Cr1 tl, t.i'i d 111 t h!ich i hIlihiipjaill)
cila-l iidi d li e iastimcs of I is ,lll.-ii<'i rlIlI
dhy 'll.i once mIore in ll I1' cllrilige
Whi'li wI ll to colinvy us liotIlI, I'o)rtlii .
IIy N In d llilianld, ultI iL 11 1 i CUle-





C8 ?IEMJIrS OF A DOLL.

less hand, thrust his head out of window
-at that moment the train gave a jerk-
the head of the unfortunate Prince is split
to atoms-his body rolls at my feet-what
a frightful spectacle for a young bride !
Elise and Julin wen' at first in despair,
and then, would you believe it? went off
in shouts of laughter. This was dreadful
to me.
All is over: fatal railway I What reason
is there for travelling so very fast?
Julia consoled mc as well as she could
she promised to respect my feelings and
not seek another match for me. For a
week at least nothing was talked of but
the melancholy ind of the Prince, and
many visits were nmade us in conse-
quence. I felt it my duty to Julia to
hide my feelings as much as possillu,
for the marriage was only planned ls
an amusement for lher, and she was so






TIE WEDDING


good, so amiable, that I could not bear
the thoughts of being the only person
incapable of giving her pleasure.
I still, however, enjoyed being dressed
and adorned. Fortund, dear prince! if
you could only see me in my green velvet
dress and train, with my melon seed suit
of ornaments !
Our journey to the continent-to his
native country-was, however, now talked
of, and I hoped that the change of air
and scene would prove useful in restoring
my health and nerves, so much shaken by
recent events.











CHAPTER VII.


THE THEFT.

IT was for the lovely month of June that
our intended journey was fixed. Madame
de Marsillac returned a fortnight before,
to prepare for the reception of her guests.
The idea of travelling delighted Julia,
who was passionately fond of change of
scene.
Mamma," said she, I cannot take
Violet without a travelling dress; Mar-
garet must make one, for it has been for-
gotten amongst her wedding clothes."
That is impossible, my child; Mar-
garet has too many things to do for me
and for you too, in preparing for a long
journey."
The little girl looked so supplicatingly







that her mamma had not courage to dis-
appoint her.
Well," said she, as I am quite
satisfied with you, and as all our lessons
get on so well, I will as a reward send
the doll to my dress-maker, and she shall
have a first-rate travelling dress, and
moreover a riding habit."
Julia, transported with joy, jumped
about and ran all over the house to in-
form every one of the good news. Would
you believe that I also was pleased?
Where on earth will not vanity find a
place ? I fancied myself coming from the
hands of Miss Priscilla Martin, and set-
ting the fashion to all the dolls on the
other side of the English channel.
The next day I was taken to the dress-
maker's. On entering, I was struck with
the good order and cleanliness of the
house. Miss Pnscilla was an angel of





72 mE31OIRS OF A DOLL.


virtue who lived with an old and infirm
mother : four young girls, who with their
two brothers hld been confided to her
care by her only brother, now dead, conm.
plited tie Ihlppy and industrious family.
The two boys were at sea; this good
aunt had understood and performed her

Nothing could he more touching thin
this work-roomn, where every one was oc-
cupied in silence ; now and then the mis-
tres, correcting her docile pupils. lMy
e-c-ran;ec caused general pleasure: it
;wa soon a disputed flour who should
wo:k for Violet. All day long I was
seated oi the table, and I rather think I
was the cause of tihe young ladies looking
ofT their work more than usual, but good
Miss Priscilla seemed glad to aftbrd them
this little amusement.
Until then I had lived in the world,






THE IIH T.


and had no idea of a household like this
of Miss Priscilla's. What union, what
affection reigned amongst these little ap-
prentiecs Tl'ir clean and orderly sleep-
ing-room contrasted singularly wvilh that
of Miss Vernon, for instance. At si-
o'clock every morning they said their
prayers together, and lald in a stock of
good re olutions for the d(ay; and judging
by their conduct and the work they got
through, you may be sure the plan an-
su cred cxccciiigly well.
At the lend of a week I returned home
with the prettiest travelling dresses pos-
sible. You must excuse me, dear readers,
for delaying our departure so long, but 1
could not pass over this happy week in
silence. Alas! how many grand young
ladies would have to blush for their bad
education and manners, if admitted among
these simple work girls!





74 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


I must pass over in silence the occur-
rences of our journey as far as relates to
the sea voyage: I am happy to say we
all slept profoundly, and sea-sickness is
therefore only known to me by name.
Neither was I engaged in the squab-
bling at the custom-house, the only
place in France from which politeness is
banished.
Behold us then in a comfortable travel-
ling carriage, to which five post-horses
were attached; I was on Julia's lap, with
my head on a little pillow edged with
lace, and from time to time I inhaled the
invigorating essence of Preston Salts. It
was purely on my account they went to
Aix-la-Chapelle, for I must tell you in
confidence, that, since the death of the
prince, notwithstanding my apparent
gaiety, I still at times was so melan-
choly as to alarm Julia. She had dressed





THE THEFT.


me as an invalid, and I was in conse-
quence nearly suffocated under a thick
green veil, which obscured from my sight
all the surrounding objects. At last, for-
tunatcly for me, Miss Julia perceived this,
and placed me at the window. I then
saw a splendid country, well cultivated
fields through which flowed the river
Meuso, the borders of which arc delight-
fully verdant, and seemed to barmoniso
with the melancholy languor of my tem-
perament.
The neighbourhood of Aix-la-Chapelle
is charming, from the number of pretty
country houses. There are also many
linen manufactories, and the number of
fields covered with thistles surprised
Julia, until her mamma explained the use
made of them in this manufacture. The
beauty and freshness of this road give it
the appearance of an immense garden,





76 MEMOIRS OF A DOLL.


cultivated by industrious hands, and I
could not help remarking, that the aspect
of the country, like the people, although
equally to be admired with our own dear
England, was totally different. As an
observant doll, and an author, I hope I
may be allowed to say just that much.
We passed through a place called Bur-
schid, celebrated for its hot springs; and
although it was only eight o'clock in the
morning, we noticed crowds of old folks
thronging round the source, in the hope
of re-establishing their failing health.
Julia was lost in astonishment at this
phenomenon; one day, when we were at
Aix, in passing the hot spring at the
Fountain, she could not help asking her
mamma, if she was quite sure there was
no fire underneath. Her astonishment
was greater still when one day, during
one of our walks, she saw a pool of water




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