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Title: The doll and her friends, or, Memoirs of the lady Seraphina
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Title: The doll and her friends, or, Memoirs of the lady Seraphina
Alternate Title: Memoirs of the Lady Seraphina
Doll and her friends
Physical Description: 120 p., 4 leaves of plates : ill. ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Maitland, Julia Charlotte, d. 1864
Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882 ( Illustrator )
Ticknor, Reed, and Fields ( Publisher )
Thurston, Torry, and Emerson ( Printer )
Baker & Smith ( Engraver )
Publisher: Ticknor, Reed, and Fields
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: Thurston, Torry, and Emerson
Publication Date: 1852
Subject: Dolls -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Statement of Responsibility: by the author of "Letters from Madras," ; with four illustrations by Hablot K. Browne ; engraved by Baker and Smith.
Funding: Brittle Books Program
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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MY principal intention, or rather aim, in writing
this little Book, was to amuse Children by a story
founded on one of their favorite diversions, and to
inculcate a few such minor morals as my little plot
might be strong enough to carry ; chiefly the domes-
tic happiness produced by kind tempers and consid-
eration for others. And further, I wished to say a
word in favor of that good old-fashioned plaything,

the Doll, which one now sometimes hears decried by
sensible people who have no children of their own.

I BELONG to a race, the sole end of whose
existence is to give pleasure to others. None
will deny the goodness of such an end, and
I flatter myself most persons will allow that
we amply fulfil it. Few of the female sex
especially but will acknowledge, with either
the smile or the sigh called forth by early
recollections, that much of their youthful
happiness was due to our presence; and
some will even go so far as to attribute to
our influence many a habit of housewifery,
neatness, and industry, which ornaments
their riper years.
But to our influence, our silent, unconscious
influence alone, can such advantages be

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ascribed; for neither example nor precept
are in our power; our race cannot boast of
intellectual endowments; and though there
are few qualities, moral or mental, that have
not in their turn been imputed to us by
partial friends, truth obliges me to confess
that they exist rather in the minds of our
admirers than in our own persons.
We are a race of mere dependents; some
might even call us slaves. Unable to change
our place, or move hand or foot at our own
pleasure, and forced to submit to every
caprice of our possessors, we cannot be said
to have even a will of our own. But every
condition has its share of good and evil, and
I have often considered my helplessness and
dependence as mere trifles compared with
the troubles to which poor sensitive human
beings are subject.
Pain, sickness, or fatigue I never knew.
While a fidgetty child cannot keep still for
two minutes at a time, I sit contentedly for
days together in the same attitude; and I
have before now seen one of those irritable


young mortals cry at a scratch, while I was
bearing needles drawn in and out of every
part of my body, or sitting with a pin run
straight through my heart, calmly congrat-
ulating myself on being free from the incon-
veniences of flesh and blood.
Of negative merits I possess a good share.
I am never out of humor, never impatient,
never mischievous, noisy, nor intrusive; and
though I and my fellows cannot lay claim to
brilliant powers either in word or deed, we
may boast of the same qualifications as our
wittiest king, for certainly none of us ever
' said a foolish thing,' if she' never did a wise
Personal beauty I might almost, without
vanity, call the 'badge of all our tribe.' Our
very name is seldom mentioned without the
epithet pretty; and in my own individual
case I may say that I have always been con-
sidered pleasing and elegant, though others
have surpassed me in size and grandeur.
But our most striking characteristic is our
power of inspiring strong attachment. The


love bestowed on us by our possessors is
proof against time, familiarity, and misfor-
'Age cannot wither' us,' nor custom stale
Our infinite variety.'
With no trace of our original beauty left, -
dress in tatters, complexion defaced, features
undistinguishable, our very limbs mutilated,
the mere wreck of our former selves, who
has not seen one of us still the delight and
solace of some tender young heart; the con-
fidant of its fancies, and the soother of its
sorrows; preferred to all newer claimants,
however high their pretensions; the still
unrivalled favorite, in spite of the laughter
of the nursery and the quiet contempt of the
Young and gentle reader, your sympathy
or .your sagacity has doubtless suggested to
you my name. I am, as you guess, a DOLL;
and though not a doll of any peculiar preten-
sions, I flatter myself that my life may not
be quite without interest to the young lovers
of my race, and in this hope I venture to


submit my memoirs to your indulgent con-
I am but a small doll; not one of those
splendid specimens of wax, modelled from
the Princess Royal, with distinct fingers and
toes, eyes that shut, and tongues that wag.
No; such I have only contemplated from a
respectful distance as I lay on my stall in the
bazaar, while they towered sublime in the
midst of the toys, the wonder and admiration
of every passing child. I am not even one
of those less magnificent, but still digni-
fied, leathern-skinned individuals, requiring
clothes to take off and put on, and a cradle
to sleep in, with sheets, blankets, and every
thing complete. Neither can I found my
claim to notice upon any thing odd or
unusual in my appearance: I am not a negro
doll, with wide mouth and woolly hair; nor
a doll with a gutta-percha face, which can
be twisted into all kinds of grimaces.
I am a simple English doll, about six
inches high, with jointed limbs and an
enamel face, a slim waist and upright figure,



an amiable smile, and intelligent eye, and
hair dressed in the first style of fashion. I
never thought myself vain, but I own that
in my youth I did pique myself upon my
hair. There was but one opinion about that.
I have often heard even grown-up people
remark, 'How ingeniously that doll's wig is
put on, and how nicely it is arranged!' while
at the same time my rising vanity was
crushed by the insinuation that I had an
absurd smirk or a ridiculous stare.
However, the opinions of human beings
of mature age never much disturbed me.
The world was large enough for them and
me; and I could contentedly see them turn
to their own objects of interest, while I
awaited in calm security the unqualified
praise of those whose praise alone was
valuable to me their children and grand-
I first opened my eyes to the light in the
Pantheon Bazaar. How I came there I
know not; my conscious existence dates
only from the moment in which a silver-


paper covering was removed from my face,
and the world burst upon my view. A feel-
ing of importance was the first that arose in
my mind. As the hand that held me turned
me from side to side, I looked about. Dolls
were before me, dolls behind, and dolls on
each side. For a considerable time I could
see nothing else. The world seemed made
for dolls. But by degrees, as my powers of
vision strengthened, my horizon extended,
and I perceived that portions of space were
allotted to many other objects. I described,
at various distances, aids to amusement in
endless succession,- balls, bats, battledores,
boxes, bags, and baskets; carts, cradles, and
cups and saucers. I did not then know any
thing of the alphabet, and I cannot say that
I have quite mastered it even now; but if I
were learned enough, I am sure I could go
from A to Z, as initial letters of the wonders
with which I soon made acquaintance.
Not that I at once became aware of the
uses, or even the names, of all I saw. No
one took the trouble to teach me; and it was



only by dint of my own intense observation
that I gained any knowledge at all. I did
not at first even know that I was a doll.
But I made the most of opportunities, and
my mind gradually expanded.
I first learned to distinguish human beings.
Their powers of motion made a decided
difference between them and the other sur-
rounding objects, and naturally my attention
was early turned towards the actions of the
shopwoman on whose stall I lived. She
covered me and my companions with a large
cloth every night, and restored the daylight
to us in the morning. We were all perfectly
helpless without her, and absolutely under
her control. At her will the largest top
hummed, or was silent; the whip cracked,
or lay harmlessly by the side of the horse.
She moved us from place to place, and ex-
hibited or hid us at her pleasure; but she
was always so extremely careful of our health
and looks, and her life seemed so entirely
devoted to us and to our advantage, that I
often doubted whether she was our property



or we hers. Her habits varied so little from
day to day, that after watching her for a
reasonable time, I felt myself perfectly ac-
quainted with her, and in a condition to
make observations upon others of her race.
One day a lady and a little girl stopped at
our stall.
'Oh, what a splendid doll exclaimed the
child, pointing to the waxen beauty which
outshone the rest of our tribe. It was the
first time I had heard the word Doll, though
I was well acquainted with the illustrious
individual to whom it was applied; and it
now flashed upon my mind, with pride and
pleasure, that, however insignificant in com-
parison, I too was a doll. But I had not
time to think very deeply about my name
and nature just then, as I wished to listen
to the conversation of the two human beings.
'May I buy her ?' said the little girl.
'Can you afford it asked the lady in
return. 'Remember your intentions for your
'Perhaps I have money enough for both,'



answered the child. 'How much does she
cost I'
Seven shillings,' said the shopwoman,
taking the doll from her place, and display-
ing her pretty face and hands to the utmost
'I have three half-crowns,' said the little
But if you spend seven shillings on the
doll,' answered the lady, 'you will only have
sixpence left for the paint-box.'
What does a paint-box cost ?' asked the
We have them of all prices,' replied the
shopkeeper; 'from sixpence to seven shil-
The little girl examined several with great
care, and stood some time in deliberation; at
last she said, I don't think Willy would
like a sixpenny one.'
'It would be of no use to him,' answered
the lady. 'He draws well enough to want
better colors. If you gave it to him, he
would thank you and try to seem pleased,



but he would not really care for it. How-
ever, he does not know that you thought of
making him a birthday present, so you are
at liberty to spend your money as you
'Would he care for a seven shilling one ?'
asked the little girl.
'Yes; that is exactly what he wants.'
'Then he shall have it,' exclaimed the
good-natured little sister. Poor dear Willy,
how many more amusements I have than
She bought the best paint-box, and re-
ceived sixpence in change.
Is there any thing else I can show you '
asked the shopkeeper.
'No, thank you,' she replied; and turning
to the elder lady, she said, 'May we go home
at once, Mama? It would take me a long
time to. choose what I shall spend my six-
pence in, and I should like to give Willy his
pairit-box directly.'
'By all means,' answered the lady; 'we
will lose no time; and I will bring you


again to spend the sixpence whenever you
Without one backward glance towards
the beautiful doll, the child tripped away
by the side of her companion, looking the
brightest and happiest of her kind.
I pondered long upon this circumstance;
how long I cannot say, for dolls are unable
to measure time, they can only date from
any particularly striking epochs. For in-
stance, we can say, 'Such an affair happened
before I lost my leg;' or, 'Such an event
took place before my new wig was put on;'
but of the intricate divisions known to mor-
tals by the names of hours, days, months,
&c., we have no idea.
However, I meditated on the kind little
sister during what appeared to me a long
but not tedious period, for I was gratified at
gaining some insight into the qualities pro-
per to distinguish the human race. Readi-
ness to show kindness, and a preference of
others' interests to her own, were virtues
which I easily perceived in the little girl's


conduct; but one thing perplexed me sadly.
I could not understand why a doll would
not have answered her kind intentions as
well as a paint-box; why could she not have
bought the doll which she admired so much,
and have given that to her brother.
My thoughts were still engaged with this
subject, when a boy approached the stall.
Boys were new characters to me, and I was
glad of the opportunity to observe one. He
did not bestow a look on the dolls and other
toys, but asked for a box of carpenter's tools.
The shopkeeper dived into some hidden
recess under the counter, and produced a
clumsy-looking chest, the merits of which I
could not discover; but the boy pronounced
it to be 'just the thing,' and willingly paid
down its price. I followed him with my
eyes as he walked about with his great box
under his arm, looking from side to side,
till he caught sight of another boy rather
younger than himself, advancing from an
opposite corner.
'Why, Geoffrey,' exclaimed my first friend,



' where have you been all this time 1 I have
been hunting every where for you.'
Geoffrey did not immediately answer, his
mouth being, as I perceived, quite full.
When at last he could open his lips, he said,
'Will you have a cheesecake?'
No, thank you,' replied his friend. (We
must go home to dinner so soon, that you
will scarcely have time to choose your things.
Where have you been ?'
At the pastrycook's stall,' answered
Geoffrey; and I must go back again before
I can buy any thing. I left my five shillings
there to be changed.'
The boys returned together to the stall,
and I saw its mistress hand a small coin to
Where is the rest ?' said he.
'That is your change, sir,' she replied.
'Why, you don't mean that those two or
three tarts and jellies cost four and sixpence!'
he exclaimed, turning as red as the rosiest
doll at my side.
'I think you will find it correct, sir,'


answered the shopkeeper. 'Two jellies,
sixpence each, make one shilling; two
custards, sixpence each, two shillings; a
bottle of ginger-beer, threepence, two and
threepence; one raspberry cream, sixpence,
two and ninepence; three gooseberry tarts,
threepence, three shillings; two strawberry
tarts, three and twopence; two raspberry
ditto, three and fourpence; four cheesecakes,
three and eightpence; two Bath buns, four
shillings; and one lemon ice, four and six-
'What a bother!' said Geoffrey, as he
pocketed the small remains of his fortune.
'I wish I could give her some of the tarts
back again, for they weren't half so nice as
they looked, except just the first one or two.'
'Because you were only hungry for the
first one or two,' said the other boy. 'But
it can't be helped now; come and spend the
sixpence better.'
'There won't be any thing worth buying
for sixpence,' said Geoffrey gloomily, as he
shuffled in a lazy manner towards my stall.



'I want a spade,' said he.
Several were produced, but they cost two
shillings or half-a-crown. There were little
wooden spades for sixpence; but from those
he turned with contempt, saying they were
only fit for babies. Nothing at our table
suited him, and he walked towards our
opposite neighbour, who sold books, maps,
&c. On his asking for a dissected map, all
the countries of the world were speedily
offered to his choice; but alas! the price was
again the obstacle. The cheapest map was
half-a-crown; and Geoffrey's sixpence would
buy nothing but a childish puzzle of Old
Mother Hubbard. Geoffrey said it was a
great shame that every thing should be either
dear or stupid.
SCan't you lend me some money, Ned ?'
continued he.
I can't, indeed,' replied the other; mine
all went in this box of tools. Suppose you
don't spend the sixpence at all now, hut keep
it till you get some more.'
'No, I won't do that; I hate saving my


So saying, he wandered from stall to stall,
asking the price of every thing, as if his
purse was as full as his stomach.
'How much is that sailor kite ?' 'Two
shillings, sir.'--' How much is that bat ?'
' Seven and sixpence.' -' How much is that
wooden box with secret drawer?' 'Three
'How provoking!' he exclaimed. 'I want
heaps of things, and this stupid sixpence is
no good at all.'
'It is better than nothing,' said Edward.
'It is not every day that one's aunt sends
one five shillings, to spend in the bazaar;
and in common times sixpence is not to be
despised. After all, there are plenty of
things it will buy. Do you want a top '
'No; I've got four.'
Garden seeds ?'
What is the use of them, when I can't
get a spade '
Steel pens ? You said this morning you
could not write with quills.'
SI don't like buying those kind of things
with my own money.'



'A box ? Yesterday you wanted a box.'
'I don't care for boxes that won't lock,
and I can't get one with a lock and key for
'A knife?'
'Sixpenny knives have only one blade; I
want two.'
'Sealing-wax? wafers? a penholder a
paint-box? India-rubber? pencils?'
'Stupid things!'
'A ball? You might have a very good
Not a cricket ball; and I don't care for
any other.'
'What a particular fellow you are! I am
sure I could always find something to spend
sixpence in. String ? One is always want-
ing string. You may have a good ball of
'These sort of places don't sell it.'
'Then, I say again, keep your money till
you want it.'
No, that I'll never do, when I came on
purpose to spend it. After all, the only


thing I can think of,' continued Geoffrey,
after a pause, is to go back to the pastry-
cook's. There was one kind of tart I did
not taste, and perhaps it would be nicer than
the others. I'll give you one if you like.'
'No, thank you; I am much obliged to
you all the same; but I won't help you to
spend your money in that way. Don't buy
any more tarts. Come and walk about;
there are plenty more shops to look at.'
They sauntered on, but Geoffrey, by vari-
ous turns, worked his way back to the pastry-
cook's; and as no persuasions could then
bring him away, Edward walked off, not
choosing, as he said, to encourage him.
Presently I saw a tall gentleman enter the
bazaar, and I wondered what he would buy.
I did not then understand the difference
between grown-up people and children, and
as he approached my stall, I could not
repress a hope that he would buy me. But
his quick eye glanced over the tables without
resting on any of the toys.
Can I show you any thing, sir said my



'No, I am much obliged to you,' he
answered, with a pleasant smile. I am only
in search of some young people who, I dare
say, have been better customers than I. Ah,
here they are,' he continued, as the two boys
of whom I had taken so much notice ran up
to him from different ends of the room.
'Well, boys,' said he,. 'what have you
bought? Must we hire a wagon to carry
your property home 1'
Not quite,' answered Edward. 'I have
bought a wagon-load of amusement, but I
can carry it home well enough myself; I
have spent all my money in this box of
'A very sensible and useful purchase,'
said the gentleman; 'they will give you
plenty of pleasant employment. The only
objection is, that they are likely to be lost
or broken at school.'
'I do not mean to take them to school,
papa. I shall use them in the holidays, and
leave them with Willy when I go back to
school; that was one reason why I bought

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them. Willy could do a good deal of
carpentering on his sofa.'
'True, my boy, and a kind thought. They
will be a great amusement to poor Willy,
and he will take good care of them for you.'
'Now, Geoffrey, how have you invested
your capital? I hope you have found a
strong spade. It is fine weather for garden-
'No, I haven't,' stammered Geoffrey.
'Well, what have you bought '
'I don't know,' said Geoffrey.
'Do you mean that you have not spent
your money yet? Make haste, then, for I
can only allow you five minutes more. I
expected to find you ready to go home. Be
brisk; there is every thing on that stall that
the heart of boy can wish,' said the gentle-
man, pointing to my abode.
But Geoffrey did not move. 'I don't
want any thing,' said he at last.
'What a fortunate boy!' said the gentle-
man; but he presently added, 'Have you
lost your money ?'



Show it to me.'
Geoffrey slowly produced his sixpence,
almost hidden in the palm of his hand.
Where is the rest ?' asked the gentleman.
SHave you spent it '
'And nothing to show for it ? Nothing ?'
- and the gentleman looked at the boy more
narrowly. 'Nothing,' said he again, 'except
a few crumbs of pie-crust on your waistcoat?
Oh, Geoffrey!'
There was a short silence, and the boy
colored a good deal; at last he said, It was
my own money.'
'You will wish it was your own again
before long, I dare say,' said the gentleman.
' However, we must hope you will be wiser
in time. Come home now to dinner.'
'I don't want any dinner,' said Geoffrey.
'Probably not, but Edward and I do. We
have not dined on tarts; and I dare say Ned
is as hungry as I am.'
So saying, he led the way towards the


door, leaving me, as usual, pondering over
what had passed. One word used by the
gentleman made a great impression on me
What could that mean? Various con-
siderations were suggested by the question.
Some things, it seemed, were useful, others
not; and what puzzled me most was, that
the very same things appeared to be useful
to some people, and not to others. For
instance, the sixpenny paint-box, which had
been rejected as useless to Willy, was bought
soon afterwards by a small boy, who said it
would be the most useful toy he had.
Could this be the case with every thing?
Was it possible that every thing properly
applied might have its use, and that its value
depended upon those who used it If so,
why was Geoffrey blamed for spending his
money in tarts ? He liked them. Perhaps
he had plenty of food at home, and that
uselessness consisted in a thing's not being
really wanted. I revolved the subject in my
mind, and tried to discover the use of every



thing I saw, but I was not always successful.
The subject was perplexing; and gradually
all my thoughts became fixed on the point
of most importance to myself-- namely, my
own use.
How changed were my ideas since the
time when I imagined the world to belong
to dolls Their whole race now seemed to
be of very small importance; and as for my
individual self, I could not be sure that I
had any use at all, and still less what, or to
Day after day I lay on my counter
unnoticed, except by the shopwoman who
covered us up at night, and re-arranged us
in the morning; and even this she did with
such an indifferent air, that I could not
flatter myself I was of the smallest use to
her. Every necessary care was bestowed
upon me in common with my companions;
but I sighed for the tender attentions that I
sometimes saw lavished by children upon
their dolls, and wished that my mistress
would nurse and caress me in the same


She never seemed to think of such a
thing. She once said I was dusty, and
whisked a brush over my face; but that
was the only separate mark of interest I
ever received from her. I had no reasona-
ble ground of complaint, but I began to
grow weary of the insipidity of my life,
and to ask myself whether this could be my
only destiny. Was I never to be of use to
any body? From time to time other toys
were carried away. Many a giddy top and
lively ball left my side in childish company,
and disappeared through those mysterious
gates by which the busy human race entered
our calm seclusion.
At last even dolls had their day. The
beautiful waxen princess no longer graced
our dominions. She was bought by an
elderly lady for a birthday present to a
little grand-daughter; and on the very same
day the 'old familiar faces' of six dolls
who had long shared my counter vanished
from my sight, one after another being
bought and carried away.


I was sorry to lose them, though while
we lived together we had had our little
miffs and jealousies. I had sometimes
thought that the one with the red shoes
was always sticking out her toes; that she
of the flaxen ringlets was ready to let every
breath of wind blow them over her neigh-
bours' faces; that another with long legs
took up more room than her share, much
to my inconvenience. But now that they
were all gone, and I never could hope to see
them again, I would gladly have squeezed
myself into as small compass as the baby
doll in the walnut-shell, in order to make
room for them once more.
One thing, however, was satisfactory:
dolls certainly had their use. Seven had
been bought, and therefore why not an
eighth ? I had been sinking almost into a
state of despondency, but now my hopes
revived and my spirits rose. My turn might
And my turn did come. Every circum-
stance of that eventful day is deeply im-


pressed on my memory. I was as usual
employed in making remarks upon the
passing crowd, and wondering what might
be the use of every body I saw, when I per-
ceived the lady and the little girl who had
been almost my first acquaintances among
the human race. As they approached my
stall, I heard the mama say, 'Have you
decided what to buy with the sixpence ?'
'Oh yes, quite,' answered the child; I
am going to buy a sixpenny doll.'
The words thrilled through me; her eyes
seemed fixed on mine, and the sixpence was
between her fingers. I imagined myself
bought. But she continued: 'I think, if
you don't mind the trouble, I should like to
go round the bazaar first, to see which are
the prettiest.'
'By all means,' replied the lady; and
they walked on, carrying all my hopes with
I had often fancied myself the prettiest
doll of my size in the place; but such
conceit would not support me now. I felt


that there were dozens, nay scores, who
more than equalled me; and all discon-
tented notions of my neglected merit now
sunk before the dread that I had really no
merit to neglect.
I began also to have some idea of what
was meant by time. My past life had
glided away so imperceptibly, that 'I did
not know whether it had been long or
short; but I learnt to count every moment
while those two mortals were walking round
the bazaar.
I strained my eyes to catch sight of them
again; but when at last they re-appeared,
I scarcely dared to look, for fear of seeing
a doll in the child's hands. But no; her
hands were empty, except for the sixpence
still between her finger and thumb.
They came nearer -they stopped at
another stall; I could not hear what they
said, but they turned away, and once more
stood opposite to me. The child remained
for some moments as silent as myself, and
then exclaimed, 'After all, Mama, I don't


think there are any prettier dolls than these
in the whole room.'
What do you say to this one, Miss '
said our proprietor, taking up a great full-
dressed Dutch doll, and laying her on the
top of those of my size and class, com-
pletely hiding the poor little victims under
her stiff muslin and broad ribbons.
But on the child's answering, 'No, thank
you, I only want a sixpenny doll not dres-
ed,' the Dutch giantess was removed, and
we once more asserted our humble claims.
'That seems to me a very pretty one,
said the mama, pointing to my next neigh-
bour. The child for a moment hesitated, but
presently exclaimed in a joyful tone, 'Oh
no, this is the beauty of all; this little dar-
ling with the real hair and blue ribbon in
it; I will take this one, if you please.'
And before I could be sure that she meant
me, I was removed from my place, wrapped
up in paper, and consigned to her hands.
My long-cherished wishes were fulfilled, and
I was bought. At first I could scarcely



believe it. Notwithstanding all my plan-
ning and looking forward to this event, now
that it really happened, I could not under-
stand it. My senses seemed gone. What
had so long occupied my mind was the
work of a moment; but that moment was
irrevocable, and my fate was decided. In
my little mistress' hands I passed the
boundaries of the world of toys, and en-
tered upon a new state of existence.


A VERY different life now opened before
me. I had no longer any pretence for
complaining of neglect. My young mistress
devoted every spare moment to the enjoy-
ment of my company, and set no limits to
her caresses and compliments; while I in
return regarded her with all the gratitude
and affection which a doll can feel. My
faculties as well as my feelings were called
into fresh exercise; for though I had no
longer the wide range of observation afford-
ed by the daily crowd of strangers in the
bazaar, I had the new advantage of making
intimate acquaintance with a small circle of
Having hitherto been so completely with-
out any position in the world, I could not
at first help feeling rather shy at the idea of


taking my place as member of a family;
and it was therefore a relief to find that my
lot was not cast amongst total strangers,
but that I had already some slight clue to
the characters of my future companions.
My mistress, whose name was Rose, was
sister to the Willy for whom she had bought
the paint-box, and also to Edward, the pur-
chaser of the tools. Geoffrey, the lover of
tarts, was a cousin on a visit to them for
the holidays; and they had also an elder
sister named Margaret; besides their papa
and mama, whom I had seen in the bazaar.
The first of the family to whom I was
introduced was Willy, and I soon became
much interested in him. He was a pale
thin boy, who spent the day on a sofa, to
and from 4ich he was carried in the morn-
ing and at night. In fine weather he went
out in a wheel-chair; but he was unable to
move, without help, and was obliged to en-
dure many privations. Though he often
looked suffering and weary, he was cheerful
and patient, and always seemed pleased to


hear other children describe enjoyments in
which he could not share. Every body was
fond of Willy, and anxious to amuse and
comfort him. All that happened out of
doors was told to him; all the kindest
friends and pleasantest visitors came to see
him; the new books were brought to him
to read first; the best fruit and flowers
always set apart for him; and all the in-
door occupations arranged as much as pos-
sible with a view to his convenience. He
and his little sister Rose were the dearest
friends in the world, and certain to take part
in whatever interested each other. As soon
as Rose brought me home from the Pan-
theon, she ran up stairs with me to Willy,
whom I then saw for the first time, sitting
on the sofa with his feet up, and a table
before him, on which stood semral books,
and my old acquaintances the paint-box and
the chest of tools.
Look at this, Willy; is not this pretty I'
exclaimed Rose, laying me down on his open



Willy looked up with a pleasant smile:
'Very pretty,' he answered. I suppose
she is to be the lady of the new house; and
with Ned's tools, I hope to make some fur-
niture worth her acceptance.'
Oh, thank you, Willy dear. And will
you help me to choose a name for her?
What do you think the prettiest name you
Rose,' answered Willy, laughing; 'but
I suppose that will not do. I dare say you
want something very fine and out-of-the-
As fine as can be,' replied Rose; I
have been thinking of Seraphina or Wil-
helmina: which do you like best ?'
SCall it Molly,' cried Edward, who just
then entered the room; 'Molly and Betty
are the best names: no nonsense in them.'
Call it Stupid Donkey,' mumbled a
voice behind him; and Geoffrey advanced,
his mouth as usual full of something be-
sides words. Have any nuts, Willy ?' he
asked, holding out a handful.



'No, thank you,' answered Willy; 'I
must not eat them.'
SI wouldn't be you, I know,' said Geof-
frey, cracking one between his teeth; 'never
let to eat any thing but what's wholesome,
and always reading, or doing something stu-
pid. I believe you are helping Rose to play
with that doll now. Put it into the fire;
that is the way to treat dolls. Stupid
things. I hate 'em!'
'Pray do not touch it, Geoffrey,' said
( Leave it alone, Geff,' said Edward.
'You have your things, and Rose has hers.
I don't see the fun of dolls myself, but she
does, and nobody shall interfere with her
while I am here to protect her. Just re-
member that, will you '
The d-o-ll !' said Geoffrey, drawling
the word, and making a face as if the pro-
nouncing it turned him quite sick. 'Oh,
the sweet doll! Perhaps you would like to
stay and play with Rose, and Willy, and the
d-o-ll, instead of coming oit to cricket.'


'Nonsense, you foolish fellow, you know
better,' answered Edward. 'But I won't
have Rose bullied; and what's more, I won't
have Willy quizzed. I should like to see
you or me pass such an examination as
Willy could if he were at school. Why, he
can learn as much in a day as we dr in a
'Well, he is welcome to learn as much
as he likes,' said Geoffrey;' and let's you
and I go and play. What stupid nuts these
are! I've almost cracked one of my teeth
with cracking them.'
The boys ran off; and presently there
came into the room the papa and mama,
whom I already knew, and a young lady
very like Rose, but older. I found she was
Margaret, the eldest sister. They inquired
whether Willy wanted any thing before they
went out; and Margaret fetched a drawing
that he wished to copy, while his father and
mother wheeled his sofa and table nearer
the window, that he might have more light.
When he was made quite comfortable, they


told Rose that she might stay and take care
of him till they returned; and she said she
would bring her box of scraps and begin
dressing me. Then I came in for my share
of notice, and had every reason to be. satis-
fied with the praises bestowed on me. The
mama said that I deserved very neatly-made
clothes; the papa, that my hair would be a
pattern for Margaret's; and Margaret said
I was charming, and that she would make
me a pink satin gown.
They admired the name Seraphina, though
the papa suggested various others which he
thought might suit Rose's taste, Sopho-
nisba, Cleopatra, Araminta, Dulcinea, Ethe-
linda, &c.; but as she remained steady to
her first choice, the LADY SERAPHINA was
decided to be thenceforth my name and
And now began the real business of my
life. I was no longer doomed to fret at
being of no use, for the object of my exist-
ence was plain enough, namely, to give
innocent recreation to my young mistress



when at leisure from her more serious
employment. Every day she spent some
hours in study with her mother or sister;
and she would fly to me for relief between
her lessons, and return to them with more
vigor after passing a little time in my
refreshing company. She often showed her
tasks to me, and discussed their difficulties.
I think she repeated the multiplication-
table to me nearly a hundred times, while
I sat on the Tutor's Assistant waiting for
the recurrence of the fatal words, 'Seven
times nine.' Day after day she could get
no farther; but as soon as she came to
Seven times nine,' I was turned off the
book, which had to be consulted for the
At last, one day she came running into
the room in great glee, exclaiming, 'I have
done the multiplication-table. I have said
it quite right, sixty-three and all. I made
no mistake even in dodging. And you
helped me, my darling Lady Seraphina.
I never could have learned it perfect if


you had not heard me say it so often. And
now, look at your rewards. Margaret has
made you a bonnet, and Willy has made
you an arm-chair.'
Beautiful, indeed, was the bonnet, and
commodious the arm-chair; and I wore the
one and reclined in the other all the time
Rose was learning the French auxiliary
verbs etre and avoir. I flattered myself I
was of as much use in them as in the
multiplication-table; but I do not recollect
receiving any particular recompense. In-
deed, after a little time, it would have been
difficult to know what to give me, for I
possessed every thinf that a doll's heart
could wish, or her head imagine. Such a
variety of elegant dresses as Rose made for
me would have been the envy of all my old
friends in the bazaar. I had gowns of pink
satin and white satin; blue silk and yellow
silk; colored muslins without number, and
splendid white lace. Bonnets enough to
furnish a milliner's shop were mine; but I
was not so partial to them as to my gowns,
because they tumbled my hair.



I believe a good many of my possessions
were presents from Margaret to Rose on
account of perfect lessons; but in course of
time, I ceased to superintend Rose's studies.
Margaret said that I interrupted the course
of history; and the mama said that Rose
was old enough to learn her lessons without
bringing her play into them, and that I
must be put away during school hours.
Though I did not think that the fault
was altogether mine, I quite acquiesced
in the wisdom of this decree; for during
Rose's last reading-lesson she had stopped
so often to ask me which I liked best,
Lycurgus or Solon, Pericles or Alcibiades,
&c., that Margaret was almost out of pa-
tience. And though I made no answer,
and had really no choice at all between
the characters, I felt that I rather hindered
I was therefore now left to myself for
several hours in the morning; but I found
ample and pleasant employment in survey-
ing the comforts and beauties of my habita-


tion. For I was not forced to perform the
part of an insignificant pigmy in the vast
abodes of the colossal race of man: I pos-
sessed a beautiful little house proportioned
to my size, pleasantly situated on a table in
the furthest corer of the school-room, and
commanding an extensive view of the whole
I must describe my house at full length.
It had been originally, as I heard, a mere
rough packing-case; but what of that?
The best brick house in London was once
but clay in the fields; and my packing-case
was now painted outside and papered inside,
and fitted up in a manner every way suit-
able for the occupation of a doll of distinc-
My drawing-room was charming; light
and cheerful, the walls papered with white
and gold, and the floor covered wth a drab
carpet worked with flowers of every lwe.
Rose worked the carpet herself under. he
directions of Margaret, who prevailed on
her to learn worsted-work for my sake. So



there, again, how useful I was! From the
ceiling hung a brilliant glass chandelier, a
birthday present from Edward to Rose; and
the mantel-piece was adorned by a splendid
mirror cut out of a broken looking-glass by
Willy, and framed by his hands. I cannot
say that Willy ever seemed to care for me
personally, but he took considerable interest
in my upholstery, and much of my hand-
somest furniture was manufactured by him.
He made my dining-room and drawing-
room tables; the frames of my chairs,
which were covered with silk by Margaret;
my sofa, and my four-post bedstead; and it
was he who painted the floor-cloth in my
hall, and the capital picture of the Queen
and Prince Albert which hung over the
dining-room chimney-piece. I had a snug
bed-room, containing a bed with pink cur-
tains, a toilette-table, with a handsome
looking-glass, pin-cushion, and rather large
brush and comb; a washing-stand, towel-
horse, chest of drawers, and wardrobe.
But the last two, I must confess, were


rather for show than for use. They were
French-polished, and in appearance conve-
nient as well as handsome, but in reality
too small to hold my clothes. A few minor
articles of dress were kept in them; but
the mass of my gorgeous attire was always
in larger boxes and trunks belonging to my
mistress; her work-box, for instance, and at
one time her desk; but her mama turned
all my gowns out of the latter when she
banished me from the lessons, and desired
that, for the future, only writing materials
should be kept in it. 'Every thing in
its proper place, Rose,' I heard her say.
SYou have plenty of little boxes for doll's
clothes; and your doll ought to teach you
to be more tidy instead of less so.'
My dining-room was well adapted for all
the purposes of hospitality, being furnished
with a substantial dining-table, chairs, and
a sideboard, on which there always stood
two trays, one filled with decanters and
wine-glasses, and the other with knives
and forks.



My kitchen was resplendent with sauce-
pans, kettles, pots and pans, and plates and
dishes, ranged upon the dresser, or hung
from the walls. A joint of meat was
always roasting before the fire, and a cook
of my own race appeared to spend her life
in basting it, for I never failed to find her
thus employed when Rose was so kind as
to take me into my kitchen. There was also
a footman, who sat for ever in the hall; and
* I was inclined to consider him rather want-
ing in respect, till I discovered that, 'owing
to a broken leg, hp was unable to stand.
I did not quite comprehend the use of my
servants, as Rose herself did all the work
of my house; but slfe said they were indis-
pensable, and that if it were not for want
of room, I should have a great many more.
Besides all these arrangements for my
Comfort in-doors, I possessed a beautiful
open phaeton, emblazoned with the royal
arms of England, and drawn by four pie-
bald horses with long tails, so spirited that
they never left off prancing. Every day,



after school-time, Rose brought this equi
page to my door; and the four horses stood
with their eight front feet in the air while
I was dressed for my drive. Then, attired
in my last new bonnet and cloak, I sat in
state in my carriage, and was drawn round
and round the room by Rose, till she said
I was tired. She made many attempts to
persuade the lame footman to stand on the
footboard behind, but she never could man-
age it. He was a very helpless creature;
and I am not quite certain that he even
did his best, little as that might be. The
first time Rose set him up behind the car-
riage, he tumbled hIead over heels into the
middle of it, and stood there on his head
till she picked him out again. Then he fell
off behind, then on one side, and then on
the other, till she was quite tired of his
foolish tricks, and left him to sit quietly
and stupidly in his old place in the hall.
I lived in great comfort in my pleasant
house, and being of a cheerful, contented
temper, never felt lonely, although left to



myself during great part of the day; for
Rose was very obedient to her Mama's orders,
and even if now and then tempted to forget
the regulation herself, Willy was always at
hand to remind her, and help to fix her
attention on her business. But when it was
all over, she flew to me with redoubled
One day she said to me, 'My dear Sera-
phina, I am afraid you must be very dull,
alone all the morning.' I longed to assure
her of the contrary; but not having the gift
of speech, I could only listen submissively
while she continued: It is a pity that you
should sit doing nothing and wasting your
time; so I have brought you some books,
which you are to read while I am at my
lessons; and I shall expect you to learn just
as much as I do.'
So saying, she seated me on my sofa, and
placing a table with the books before me,
Look,' continued she, I have made them
for you myself, and covered them with these
pretty red and green papers. This is your


English History, and this is your French
Grammar; and here is a Geography Book,
and here is a History of Rome. Now read
attentively, and do not let your thoughts
wander; and be very careful not to dogs-ear
the leaves: that always looks like a dunce.
And mind you sit upright,' added she, look-
ing back, as she left the room in obedience
to a summons from her sister.
I obeyed to the best of my power. To be
sure, I did not know which was geography
and which was grammar; and English and
Roman history were both alike to me. But
I did as I was bid. I sat upright in the
place appointed me, staring as hard as I
could at the open pages; and my worst
enemy could not accuse me of dogs-earing a
single leaf.
When my mistress returned, she pleased
me much by calling me a very good girl, and
saying that if I continued to take so much
pains, I could not fail to improve. On hear-
ing this, Willy laughed, and said he hoped
that that was a duplicate of Margaret's last


speech; and Rose looked very happy, and
answered that not only Margaret, but Mama
had said the same.
This was not my only duplicate of Rose's
adventures. My education appeared to be
conducted precisely on the same plan as her
own. Before long, she brought a little piano-
forte and set it up in my drawing-room. I
thought it rather hid the pretty paper, but
it was a handsome piece of furniture.
Now, Lady Seraphina,' said Rose, I am
obliged to practise for an hour every day,
and you must do the same. See what a
pretty piano I have given you. You need
not mind its being meant for a housewife
and pincushion; the notes are marked, and
that is all you want. Now practise your
scales, and be very careful to play right notes
and count your time.'
I sat at my piano with all due diligence,
but I am sorry to say that my progress did
not seem satisfactory. One day Rose said
that she was sure I had forgotten to count;
and another day, that I hurried the easy


bars and slackened the difficult ones; then
she accused me of not caring whether I
played right notes or wrong, and torturing
her ear by my false chords; then I banged
the notes till I broke the strings: in short,
there was no end to her complaints, till at
last she wound them all up by declaring
that both she and I hated music, and that if
Mama and Margaret would take her advice,
we should both leave it off.
But still I practised regularly, and so, I
suppose, did Rose; and gradually her re-
proaches diminished, and she grew more
contented with me; and we both persevered,
till she said that really, after all, I seemed to
have a good ear, and to be likely to make a
very respectable player.
But you know it all depends upon your-
self, Seraphina; your present improvement
is the result of pains and practice. Pains
and practice will do any thing.'
It was fortunate for me that I had so
careful a superintendent as Rose; for unless
she had kept a constant watch over me, there


is no saying now many awkward habits I
might unconsciously have contracted. But
she cured me of poking my head forward, of
standing on one leg, of tilting my chair, of
meddling with things that were not my own,
of leaning against the furniture while I was
speaking, of putting my elbows on the table,
of biting my nails, of spilling my tea, and of
making crumbs on the floor.
I cannot say I was myself aware either of
the faults or their cure; but I think one
seldom does notice one's own faults, and
therefore it is a great advantage to have kind
friends who will point them out to us. I
believed Rose when she told me of mine; so
I had a right to believe her when she gave
me the agreeable assurance of their cure, and
to indulge the hope that I was becoming a
pleasing, well-bred little aoll.
On one mortifying occasion, however, I
must own that Rose's anxiety for my always
following in her steps was the cause of a
serious injury to me. She remarked that I
had got into a horrid way of kicking off my


shoes while I was learning my poetry; and
she thought the best cure would be to make
me wear sandals. I observed that she was
sewing sandals to her own shoes at the time,
and she consulted Willy about some means
of doing the same by mine. Willy held me
head downwards, and examined my feet.
My shoes were painted, therefore sewing was
out of the question. He advised glue. This
was tried, but it came through the thin nar-
row ribbon of which my sandals were to be
made, and looked very dirty. They were
taken off; but the operation had spoilt the
delicacy of my white stockings, and Rose
said it was impossible to let me go such an
untidy figure; we must try some other way.
She asked Willy to lend her a gimlet, that
she might bore holes at the sides of my feet,
and glue the ribbon into them, so as not to
show the glue.. Willy said she was welcome
to the gimlet, but that he advised her to
leave it alone, for that she would only break
my feet. But Rose would not be dissuaded,
and began boring.


It was on this occasion that I most pecu-
liarly felt the advantage of that insensibility
to pain which distinguishes my race. What
mortal could have borne such an infliction
without struggling and screaming? I, on
the contrary, took it all in good part, and
showed no signs of feeling even at the fatal
moment when my foot snapped in two, and
Rose, with a face of utter dismay, held up
my own toes before my eyes.
'Oh, my poor Seraphina!' she exclaimed,
'what shall we do '
'Glue it on again,' said Willy. 'You had
better have taken my advice at first, but now
you must make the best of it. Glue is your
only friend.'
So Rose glued the halves of my foot
together, lamenting over me, and blaming
herself so much all the time, that it seemed
rather a comfort to her when Margaret,
coming into the room, agreed with her that
she had been foolish and awkward. Margaret
said that ribbon might have been tied over
my feet from the first, without using glue or


gimlet either; and Rose called herself more
stupid than ever, for not having thought of
such an easy contrivance.
My foot was glued, and for the purpose of
standing, answered as well as ever; and Rose
sewed me up in a pair of blue silk boots, and
declared that I was prettier than before; and
my misfortune was soon forgotten by every
body but myself. I, however, could not but
feel a misgiving that this was the first warn-
ing of my share in the invariable fate of my
race. For I had already lived long enough
to be aware that the existence of a doll, like
that of every thing else, has its limits.
Either by sudden accidents, such as loss of
limbs, or by the daily wear and tear of life,
decay gradually makes its progress in us, and
we fade away as surely as the most delicate
of the fragile race of mortals.
Though the fracture of my foot was my
own first misfortune, I had had opportunities
of remarking the casualties to which dolls
are liable. For it is not to be supposed that
our devotion to human beings precludes us


from cultivating the society of our own
species. Dolls will be dolls; and they have
a, natural sympathy with each other, notwith-
standing the companionship of the race of
man. Most little girls are aware of this fact,
and provide suitable society for their dolls.
I myself had a large circle of silent acquain-
tances, to whom I was introduced by Rose's
kindness and consideration. When other
little girls came to drink tea with her, they
often brought their dolls to spend the even-
ing with me; and among them I had more
than once the pleasure of recognizing an old
friend from the bazaar.
Then I was in my glory. There was a
constant supply of provisions in my larder;
and at a moment's notice Rose would pro-
duce an excellent dinner, all ready cooked,
and dished in a beautiful little china dinner-
service. Willy compared her to the genius
of Aladdin's lamp; and though I did not
know what that might mean, I quite under-
stood the advantage of being able to set such
a banquet before my friends. I could always


command salmon, a pair of soles, a leg of
mutton, a leg of pork, a turkey, a pair of
boiled fowls, a ham, a sucking pig, a hare, a
loaf of bread, a fine Cheshire cheese, several
pies, and a great variety of fruit, which was
always ripe and in season, winter or summer.
Rose's papa once observed that his hothouse
produced none so fine; for the currants were
as large as apples, and two cherries filled a
Rose and her companions performed the
active duties of waiting at table on these
occasions; but the lame .footman was gener-
ally brought out of the hall, and propped up
against the sideboard, where he stood look-
ing respectable but awkward.
At these pleasant parties I saw a great
range of characters, for Rose's young visitors
were various in their tastes, and their dolls
used to be dressed in every known costume.
Besides plenty of pretty English damsels, I
was introduced now to a Turkish sultana,
now to a Swiss peasant; one day to a captain
in the British army, another day to an Indian


rajah. One young lady liked to make her
dolls personate celebrated characters; and
when she visited us, most distinguished
guests graced my table. I have had the
honor of receiving the Queen and Prince
Albert themselves; the Duke of Wellington,
Sir Walter Scott, and Miss Edgeworth, have
all dined with me on the same day, and
Robinson Crusoe came in the evening.
But it was at these social meetings that I
became most fully aware of the liability of
dolls to loss of limbs. I never remember
giving a party at which the guests could
boast of possessing all their legs and arms.
Many an ingenious contrivance hid or sup-
plied the deficiencies, and we were happy in
spite of our losses; still, such was the case:
and I saw that dolls, however beloved and
respected, could not last for ever.
For some time after my accident I had no
particular adventures. I lived in peace and
plenty, and amused myself with watching
the family. They were all amiable and easy
to understand, except Geoffrey; but he was


a complete puzzle to me, and it was long
before I could make out why he was so
different from the rest.
The others all seemed to like to help and
please one another, but Geoffrey never
seemed happy unless he was making himself
disagreeable. If Willy was interested in a
book, he was obliged to sit upon the second
volume, or Geoffrey would be sure to run
away with it. If Edward was in a hurry to
go out, Geoffrey would hide his cap, and
keep him a quarter of an hour hunting for
it. The girls dared not leave their worsted-
work within his reach for a moment; for he
would unravel the canvass, or chop up the
wool, or go on with the work after a pattern
of his own composing, so that they would be
obliged to spend half an hour in unpicking
his cobbling.
Margaret remonstrated with him in private,
and made excuses for him in public, and did
her best to prevent his tiresome tricks from
annoying Willy; Edward tried rougher
means of keeping him in order, which some-



times succeeded; but still he could find
plenty of opportunities of being a torment:
people always can when such is their taste.
One day Margaret was keeping Willy
company, while the rest of the party were
gone to the Zoological Gardens. She had
brought a drawing to finish, as he liked to
see her draw, and was sometimes useful in
suggesting improvements. But while they
were thus employed, Margaret was sum-
moned to some visitors, and went away,
saying that her drawing would just have
time to dry before she returned.
But unfortunately, during her absence,
Geoffrey came home. He had grown tired
of the Gardens, which he had .seen very often,
and rather hungry, as he generally was; so
after amusing himself by eating the cakes
he had bought for the bear, he had nothing
more to do, and tried to persuade his cousins
to be tired also. But Edward was making
himself agreeable to the monkeys, Rose was
cultivating the friendship of the elephant,
and their Papa and Mama were waiting to


see the hippopotamus bathe; so that Geof-
frey's proposals of leaving the Gardens were
scouted, and he could only obtain leave from
his uncle to go home by himself.
He entered the room, as usual, with his
mouth full, having spent his last penny in a
piece of cocoanut as he came along the
streets. While the cocoanut lasted, he was
employed to his satisfaction; but when.that
was finished, he was again at a loss for some-
thing to do. He tried walking round the
room on one leg, working heel and toe, and
that succeeded very well, and did no harm
till he unluckily came to the drawing-table,
when he immediately brought himself to a
stand on both feet.
Hallo!' cried he,' here's a daub! Is this
your splendid performance, Will 1'
'No,' replied Willy, 'it is Margaret's; and
mind you don't touch it by accident, because
it is wet.'
Touch it by accident!' exclaimed Geof-
frey; I am going to touch it on purpose.
I wonder Margaret is not ashamed to do it



so badly. I'll improve it for her. How kind
of me!'
Poor Willy, in dismay, tried to secure the
drawing, but he could not move from his
sofa, and Geoffrey danced round him, holding
it at arm's-length. Then Willy caught at
the bell-rope, but his mischievous cousin
snatched it quicker, and tied it up out of his
reach. Willy called all the servants as loud
as he could, but no one was within hearing;
and he threw himself back on his sofa, in
despair, exclaiming, How can you be so ill-
natured, when Margaret is always so kind
to you ?'
SIll-natured!' answered the other; 'I'm
doing her a favor. She admired the moon-
light in the Diorama; now I shall make just
such a moon in her drawing.' And while
he spoke, a great yellow moon, like a guinea,
rose in the midst of poor Margaret's brilliant
'That's the thing,' said Geoffrey; 'and
now I shall put the cow jumping over it,
and the little dog laughing to see such sport.


Some figures always improve the fore-
Oh, you have quite spoilt it!' cried Willy.
'How I wish I could stop you! I cannot
imagine how you can like to be so mischie-
vous and disagreeable. Oh, if Margaret
would but come back.'
At last Margaret came, and the trouble-
some Geoffrey expected great amusement
from her displeasure; but he was disap-
pointed. Margaret was one of those gener-
ous people who never resent an injury done
to themselves. If Geoffrey had spoilt any
body else's drawing, she would have been
the first to punish him; but now she was.
much more vexed at Willy's distress than at
the destruction of her own work, and instead
of scolding Geoffrey, she gave herself up to
consoling Willy. She assured him that there
was no great harm done. She said the draw-
ing was good for very little, and that she
would copy it and improve it so much that
he should be quite glad of the disaster; and
she made a present of the spoilt drawing to



Geoffrey, telling him she was sure he would
one day be ashamed of so foolish a perfor-
mance, but that meanwhile he might keep it
as a specimen of his taste. He had not the
manners to apologize, but he looked very
silly and crest-fallen, and left the room in
silence, with the drawing in his hand.
When he was gone, Willy exclaimed, 'If
it were not for losing Edward, I should wish
the holidays were over; Geoffrey is so dis-
'He is very thoughtless,' Margaret replied;
'but we must not be too hard upon him.
Let us recollect that he has no parents to
teach him better, nor brothers and sisters to
call forth his consideration for others. Poor
Geoffrey has had neither example nor pre-
cept till now. But now Papa and Mama
give him good precepts; and if we try to set
him good examples, perhaps we may help
him to improve.'
Well, I'll hope for the best, and do what
I can,' said Willy. 'Certainly he has some
good qualities. He is as brave as a lion;



and he is good-natured about giving away
his own things, though he is so mischievous
with other people's.'
And he is clever in his way, notwithstand-
ing his idleness,' added Margaret. 'Those
foolish figures that he put into my drawing
were uncommonly well done, though they
were provoking to us.'
You are the best girl in the world,' said
Willy; 'and if you think Geoffrey will
improve, I'll think so too; but you must
own there is room for it.'
Perhaps Geoffrey did improve, but it
seemed slow work, faults being more easily
acquired than cured; and for a long time I
could perceive no difference in him. Indeed,
as his next piece of mischief concerned my-
self, I thought him worse than ever.
I have often wondered at the extreme
dislike which boys have to dolls. I was the
most inoffensive creature possible, giving
myself no airs, and interfering with nobody;
yet even the gentle Willy was indifferent to
me. Edward, though he protected Rose in



her patronage of me, despised me thoroughly
himself; and Geoffrey never lost an oppor-
tunity of expressing his mortal hatred to
me. I shrunk from Edward's contemptuous
notice, but I was not at all afraid of him,
well knowing that neither he nor Willy
would hurt a hair of my head; but whenever
Geoffrey came into the room, terror seized
my mind. He never passed my house with-
out making all kinds of ugly faces at me;
and I felt instinctively that nothing but the
presence of the other boys restrained him
from doing me any harm in his power.
I had hitherto never been alone with him,
but at last the fatal moment arrived. One
fine afternoon, Willy went out for a drive
in his wheel-chair, Edward insisting upon
drawing it himself, and the two girls walking
on each side Geoffrey accompanied them,
intending to walk with them part of the way,
and to go on by himself when he was tired
of the slow pace of the chair. All seemed
safe, and I hoped to enjoy a few hours of
uninterrupted leisure. I always liked hav-


ing my time to myself; and as Rose had set
me no lessons, I reposed comfortably in my
arm-chair by a blazing fire of black and red
cloth, from the glare of which I was shel-
tered by a screen. My dog sat at my side,
my cat lay at my feet, and I was as happy
as a doll could be.
Suddenly the silence was broken by a
sound as of a turkey gabbling in the hall;
presently this changed to a duck quacking
on the stairs; then a cock crew on the land-
ing-place, and a goose hissed close to the
schoolroom door. I guessed but too well
what these ominous sounds portended, and
my heart sunk within me as the door burst
open, and my dreaded enemy banged into
the room.
'Why, they are not come home yet!'
exclaimed he; so my talents have been
wasted. I meant to have made them bid me
not make every different noise. When they
said, Don't hiss," I would have crowed; and
when they said, "Don't crow," I would have
quacked, or barked, or bellowed, or mewed,



till I had gone through all the noises I
know. Now I have nothing to do.'
He walked to the window and looked out.
(What a stupid street it is!' said he. If
my uncle had not taken away my squirt, I
would squirt at the people.'
Then he yawned, and sauntered to the
bookcase. 'What stupid books! I wonder
any body can write them. I wish Edward
had left his tools out; I should like to plane
the top of the shelf. How stupid it is having
nothing to do!'
As he spoke, I shuddered to see him
approaching my end of the room. He came
nearer; he made a full stop in front of me,
and looked me in the face.
'You stupid, ugly thing,' he exclaimed,
'don't stare so. I hate to have a doll's eyes
goggling at me.'
Gladly would I have withdrawn my eyes,
if possible. But they had been painted wide
open, and what could I do? I never was
so ashamed of them in my life; but I had



no control over them, so I stared on, and he
grew more indignant.
'If you don't leave off,' he cried, 'I'll poke
out your eyes, as I did those of the ugly
picture in my room. I won't be stared at.'
I longed for the gift of speech to represent
to him, that if he would but leave off looking
at me, I should give him no offence; but
alas, I was silent, and could only stare as
hard as ever.
SOh, you will, will you said he 'then I
know what I'll do: I'll hang you.'
In vain I hoped for the return of the rest
of the party. I listened anxiously for every
sound, but no friendly step or voice was near,
and I was completely in his power.
He began rummaging his pockets, grin-
ning and making faces at me all the time.
Presently he drew forth a long piece of
string, extremely dirty, looking as if it had
been trailed in the mud.
Now for it,' he exclaimed; 'now you
shall receive the reward of all your stupidity
and affectation. I do think doqu are thb



most affected creatures on the face of the
He laid hold of me by my head, pushing
my wig on one side. Alas for my beautiful
hair, it was disarranged for ever! But that
was a trifle compared with what followed.
He tied one end of his muddy string round
my neck, drawing it so tight that I foresaw
I should be marked for life, and hung the
other.end to a nail in the wall.
There I dangled, while he laughed and
quizzed me, adding insult to injury. He
twisted the string as tight as possible, and
then let it whirl round and round till it was
all untwisted again. I banged against the
wall as I spun like a top, and wished that I
could sleep like a top too. But I was wide
awake to my misfortunes; and each interval
of stillness, when the string was untwisted,
only enhanced them, by showing in painful
contrast the happy home whence I had been
torn. For I was hung on the wall directly
opposite my own house; and from my
-wretched nail I could distinguish every





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room in it. Between my twirls I saw my
pretty drawing-room, with its comfortable
arm-chair now vacant; and my convenient
kitchen, with my respectable cook peacefully
basting her perpetual mutton; I envied even
my lame footman quietly seated in his chim-
ney-corner, and felt that I had never truly
valued the advantages of my home till now.
Would they ever be restored to me? Should
I once again be under the protection of my
kind and gentle mistress, or was I Geoffrey's
slave for ever ?
These melancholy thoughts were inter-
rupted by a step on the stairs. Hallo!'
cried Geoffrey, who would have thought of
their coming home just now and he was
going to lift me down from my nail; but
when the door opened, the housemaid came
in alone, and he changed his mind.
Why, Master Geoffrey,' said she, what
are you doing here all alone ? Some mischief,
I'll be bound.'
'Bow, wow, wow,' answered he, dancing
and playing all sorts of antics to prevent her
seeing me.


Come,' said she, those tricks won't go
down with me. The more lively you are,
the more I know you've been after something
you ought to have let alone.'
'Hee haw, hee haw,' said Geoffrey, twitch-
ing her gown, and braying like a donkey.
'Well, you're speaking in your own voice
at last,' said she, laughing. But let go of
my gown, if you please; you are big enough
to walk by yourself, and I want to set the
room to rights. There's some young ladies
coming to tea with Miss Rose.'
She bustled about, dusting and putting
every thing in order, and talking all the
time, partly to Geoffrey and partly to herself,
about the blacks that came in at the windows,
and made a place want dusting a dozen times
a day, when her eye fell on my unfortunate
figure, which my persecutor had just set
swinging like the pendulum of a clock. I
was a deplorable object. He had forced me
into the most awkward attitude he could
invent. My arms were turned round in their
sockets, one stretched towards the ceiling,
the other at full length on one side. I was


forced to kick one leg out in front, and the
other behind; and my knees were bent up
the wrong way. My wig had fallen off
altogether from my head, and was now
perched upon my toe. I was still swinging,
When Sarah caught sight of me. She looked
at me for a moment, and then turned round,
opening her eyes at Geoffrey much wider
than I had ever done.
'Why, you audacious, aggravating boy!'
she exclaimed, making a dash at him with
her duster; but be ran away laughing, and
she was obliged to finish her speech to
'To think of his being so mischievous
and ill-natured! What will poor Miss Rose
say! To be sure, there is nothing boys
won't do; their equals for perverseness
don't walk the earth. Though I ought not
to speak against them, while there's Master
William and Master Edward to contradict
me. They are boys, to be sure; but as for
that Geoffrey!' And here she shook her
head in silence, as if Geoffrey's delinquencies
were beyond the power of words to express.



She then released me; and after restoring
my limbs to their proper position, and
smoothing my discomposed dress, she laid
me gently on my bed, and placed my wig
on my pillow beside me, with many kind
expressions of pity and good-will.
Repose was indeed needful after so agi-
tating an adventure; and I was glad to be
left quiet till the young people came in
from their walk. I composed my ruffled
spirits as well as I could; but I found it
impossible not to be nervous at the idea of
Rose's first seeing me in such a plight, and
I anxiously awaited her return. They came
in at last, Rose, Willy, and Margaret; and
after establishing Willy on his sofa, Rose's
next care was to visit me. '0 Willy! 0 Mar-
garet !' she exclaimed, and burst into tears.
What is the matter, my darling asked
Rose could not answer; but Sarah was
there to tell the story, and do ample justice
to my wrongs. Yet I could not help ob-
serving, in the midst of all her indignation,
the difference of her manner towards her


present hearers and towards Geoffrey. She
never seemed on familiar terms with Willy,
much less with Margaret or Rose. She
neither cut jokes nor used rough language
to them, but treated them with the respect
due to her master's children; though, as
I well knew, she was extremely fond of
them, and disliked Geoffrey, in spite of her
familiarity with him.
I saw Geoffrey no more that day. Rose's
young friends soon arrived, and consoled
both her and me by their kind sympathy
and attentions. One made an elegant cap
to supply the loss of my wig; another
strung a blue necklace to hide the black
mark round my throat; Rose herself put
me to bed, and placed a table by my bed-
side covered with teacups, each, she told
me, containing a different medicine; and
the young lady who had once brought Miss
Edgeworth to dine with me, charged me to
lie still and read 'Rosamond' till I was
quite recovered.
Next morning, as I lay contentedly per-
fotming my new part of an invalid, I heard



a confidential conversation between Marga-
ret and Geoffrey, in which I was interested.
They were alone together, and she was
taking the opportunity to remonstrate with
him on his unkind treatment of me.
What was the harm said Geoffrey.
'A doll is nothing but wood or bran, or
some stupid stuff; it can't feel.'
'Of course,' answered Margaret, 'we all
know that. It is wasteful and mischievous
to spoil a pretty toy; but I am not speak-
ing now so much for the sake of the doll
as of Rose. Rose is not made of any
stupid stuff; she can feel. And what is
more, she can feel for other people as well
as herself. She would never play you such
an ill-natured trick.'
I should not mind it if she did,' argued
Geoffrey; 'I am not such a baby.'
You would not mind that particular
thing,' answered Margaret, 'because you
do not care about dolls; but you would
mind her interfering with your pleasures,
or injuring your property. You would
think it very ill-natured, for instance, if she


threw away that heap of nuts which you
have hoarded like a squirrel on your shelf
of the closet.'
Nuts are not nonsense like dolls,' said
he. 'Besides, she may have as many of
mine as she likes. I tried to make her eat
some yesterday.'
Yes, and half choked her by poking
them into her mouth, when she told you
she did not want them. She cares no more
for nuts than you for dolls. You would
think it no kindness if she teazed you to
nurse her doll.'
SI should think not, indeed,' answered
Geoffrey, indignant at the very idea.
Of course not. Kindness is not shown
by'forcing our own pleasures down other peo-
ple's throats, but by trying to promote theirs.
That is really doing as we would be done by.'
'But doing as we would be done by is
one's duty,' said Geoffrey.
SI fear it is a duty of which you seldom
think,' replied his cousin.
'Why, one can't be thinking of duty in
those kind of things,' answered he.



Why not ?' asked Margaret.
'Because they are such trifles; duties
are great things.'
'What sort of things do you consider to
be duties ?' Margaret inquired.
'Oh, such things as letting oneself be.
tortured, like Regulus; or forgiving an
enemy who has shot poisoned arrows at.
one, like Coeur de Lion.'
Well,' said Margaret smiling, 'such
heroic duties as those do not seem likely to
fall in your way just now, perhaps they
never may. Our fellow-creatures are so
kind to us, that we are seldom called upon
to fulfil any but small duties towards them,
or what you would consider such; for I can-
not allow any duty to be small, especially
-that of doing as we would be done by. If
we do not fulfil that in trifles, we shall
probably never fulfil it at all. This is a
serious thought, Geoffrey.'
Geoffrey looked up; and as he seemed
inclined to listen, Margaret continued talk-
ing to him kindly but gravely, bringing
many things before his mind as duties



which he had hitherto considered to be
matters of indifference. But Margaret
would not allow any thing to be a trifle
in which one person could give pain or
pleasure, trouble or relief, annoyance or
comfort to another, or by which any one's
own mind or habits could be either injured
or improved. She maintained that there
was a right and a wrong to every thing,
and that right and wrong could never be
trifles, whether in great things or small.
By degrees the conversation turned upon
matters far too solemn to be repeated by a
mere plaything like myself; but I thought,
as I heard her, that it might be better to
be a poor wooden figure which could do
neither right nor wrong, than a human
being who neglected his appointed duties.
Geoffrey said little, but he shook hands
with Margaret when she had finished speak-
ing, and I noticed from that day forward a
gradual improvement in his conduct. Bad
habits are not cured in a minute, and he
did not become all at once as gentle and
considerate as Willy, nor as kind and help-



ful as Edward; but he put himself in the
right road, and seemed in a fair way of
overtaking them in due time. He at once
left off active mischief; and if he could' not
avoid being occasionally troublesome, he at
any rate cured himself of teazing people
on purpose. And it was remarkable how
many employment he found as soon as his
mind was disengaged from mischief. In-
stead of .his dawdling about all the morning
calling things stupid, and saying he had
nothing to do, all manner of pleasant occu-
pations seemed to start up in his path, as if
made to order for him, now that he had
time to attend to them. When he re-
linquished the pleasure of spoiling things,
he acquired the far greater pleasure of
learning to make them. When Edward
was no longer afraid of trusting him with
his tools, it was wonderful what a carpenter
he turned out. When Margaret could ven-
ture to leave drawing materials within his
reach, he began to draw capitally. Good-
natured Margaret gave him lessons, and said
she would never wish for a better scholar.


He found it was twice the pleasure to walk
or play with Edward when he was thought
an acquisition instead of a burden; and far
more agreeable to have Rose and Willy
anxious for his company than wishing to
get rid of him. But the advantages were
not confined to himself; the whole house
shared in them; for his perpetual small
annoyances had made every body uncom-
fortable, whereas now, by attention to what
he used to look upon as trifles, he found
he had the power of contributing his part
towards the happiness of his fellow-crea-
tures, which is no trifle.
On the last day of the holidays, the young
people were all assembled in the schoolroom
till it was time for Edward and Geoffrey to
start. While Edward was arranging various
matters with Willy, I heard Geoffrey whis-
per to Margaret that he hoped she had
forgiven him for spoiling that drawing of
hers. She seemed at first really not to know
what he meant; but when she recollected it,
she answered with a smile, 'Oh, my dear
Geoffrey, I had forgiven and forgotten it long



ago. Pray never think of it again yourself.'
Geoffrey next went up to Rose and put a
little parcel into her hands. On opening it,
she found a box of very pretty bonbons in
the shape of various vegetables. When she
admired them, he seemed much pleased, and
said that he had saved up his money to buy
them, in hopes she might like them for her
dolls' feasts. Rose kissed and thanked him,
and said she only wished he could stay and
help her and her dolls to eat them. Every
body took an affectionate leave of Geoffrey,
and Willy said he was very sorry to lose
him, and should miss him sadly.
Edward and Geoffrey returned to school,
and I never saw Geoffrey again; but a con-
stant correspondence was kept up between
him and his cousins, and I often hears
pleasant mention of his progress and im-
Time passed on; what length of time I
cannot say, all seasons and their change
being alike to me; but school-days and holi-
days succeeded one another, and our family
grew older in appearance and habits. Rose


gradually spent less time with me, and more
with her books and music, till at last, though
she still kept my house in order, she never
actually played with me, unless younger
children came to visit her, and then, indeed,
I was as popular as ever. But on a little
friend's one day remarking that I had worn
the same gown for a month, Rose answered
that she herself had the charge of her own
clothes now, and that what with keeping
them in order, and doing fancy-work as
presents for her friends, she found no time
to work for dolls.
By and by, her time for needlework was
fully engaged in Geoffrey's behalf. He was
going to sea; and Rose was making purses,
pepperss, portfolios, and every thing she could
p ink of as likely to please him. Perhaps
/ her most useful keepsake was a sailor's house-
wife; but many nice things were sent him
from every one of the family. I saw a trunk
full of presents packed and sent off. And
when I recollected my first acquaintance
with him, I could not but marvel over the
change that had taken place, before books,



drawing materials, and mathematical instru-
ments could have been chosen as the gifts
best suited to his taste.
Edward used to come home from school
as merry and good-humored as ever, and
growing taller and stronger every holiday.
Rose and Margaret were as flourishing as
he; but poor Willy grew weaker, and thin-
ner, and paler. Fresh springs and summers
brought him no revival, but as they faded,
he seemed to fade with them. He read more
than ever; and his sisters were frequently
occupied in reading and writing under his
direction, for they were anxious to help him
in his pursuits. His Papa and Mama some-
times said he studied too hard; and they used
to sit with him, and try to amuse him
conversation, when they wished to draw hx
from his books. Doctors visited him, and
prescribed many remedies; and his Mama
gave him all the medicines herself, and took
care that every order was implicitly obeyed.
His father carried him up and down stairs,
and waited upon him as tenderly as even
Margaret; but he grew no better with all


their care. He was always gentle and patient,
but he appeared in less good spirits than
formerly. He seemed to enjoy going out in
his wheel-chair more than any thing; but
one day he observed that the summer was
fast coming to an end, and that then he must
shut himself up in his room, for that he
minded the cold more than he used.
SI wish we lived in a warmer country,' said
Rose; 'perhaps then you might get better.'
'I do not know about living,' replied
Willy. 'England is the best country to live
in; but I certainly should like to be out of
the way of the cold for this next winter.'
'Why do not you tell Papa so?' asked
'Because I know very well he would take
me a journey directly, however inconvenient
it might be to him.'
Rose said nothing more just then, but she
took the first opportunity of telling her father
what had passed; and he said he was very
glad indeed that she had let him know.
From that day forward something more
than usual seemed in contemplation. Papa,



Mama, and Margaret were constantly con-
suiting together, and Edward, Rose, and
Willy followed their example. As for me,
nobody had time to bestow a look or a
thought upon me; but I made myself happy
by looking at and thinking of them.
One morning two doctors together paid
Willy a long visit. After they were gone,
his Papa and Mama came into his room.
SWell, my boy,' his father exclaimed in
an unusually cheerful tone,' it is quite
settled now; Madeira is the place, and I
hope you like the plan.'
'Oh, Papa,' said Willy, 'is it really worth
while '
'Of course it is worth while, a hundred
times over,' replied his father; 'and we will
be off in the first ship.'
The doctors strongly advise it, and we
have all great hopes from it, my dear Willy,'
said his mother.
Then so have I,' said Willy; 'and, indeed,
I like it extremely, and I am very grateful
to you. The only thing I mind is, that you
and my father should have to leave home


and make a long sea voyage, when you do
not like travelling, and Papa has so much to
keep him in England."
Oh, never mind me,' said his mother; I
shall like nothing so well as travelling, if it
does you good.'
And never mind me,' said his father;
There is nothing of so much consequence to
keep me in England, as your health to take
me out of it.'
Besides, my dear child,' said his mother,
'as the change of climate is so strongly
recommended for you, it becomes a duty as
well as a pleasure to try it.'
'So make your mind easy, my boy,' added
his father; 'and I will go and take our pas-
sage for Madeira.'
The father left the room, and the mother
remained conversing Aith her sick child,
whose spirits were unusually excited. I
scarcely knew him again. He was generally
slow and quiet, and rather desponding about
himself; but he now thought he should
certainly get well, and was so eager and
anxious to start without delay, that his



mother had some difficulty in reconciling
him to the idea that no ship would sail till
next month. She also took great pains to
impress upon him the duty of resignation,
in case the attempt should fail, after all,
in restoring his health; and she finally left
-him, not less hopeful, but more calm and
contented with whatever might befall him.
And now began the preparations for the
voyage: There was no time to spare, con-
sidering all that had to be done. Every
body was at work; and though poor Willy
himself could not do much to help, he
thought of nothing else. His common books
and drawings were changed for maps and
voyages; the track to Madeira was looked
up by him and Rose every day, and some-
times two or three times in the day, and
every book consulted that contained the least
reference to the Madeira Isles.
Edward was an indefatigable packer. He
was not to be one of the travellers, as his
father did not choose to interrupt his school-
education; but no one was more active than
he in forwarding the preparations for the



voyage, and no one more sanguine about its
'We shall have Willy back,' he would
say, 'turned into a fine strong fellow, as
good a cricketer as Geoffrey or I, and a
better scholar than either of us.'
Margaret and Rose were to go; and Rose's
young friends all came to take leave of her,
and talk over the plan, and find Madeira in
the map, and look at views of the island,
which had been given to Willy. And a
sailor-friend, who had been all over the
world, used to come and describe Madeira
as one of the most beautiful of all the beau-
tiful places he had visited, and tell of its blue
sea, fresh and bright, without storms;, its
high mountains, neither barren nor bleak;
and its climate, so warm and soft, that Willy
might sit out all day in the beautiful gardens
under hedges of fragrant geraniums. And
when Willy talked of enjoying the gardens
while his stronger sisters were climbing the
hills, there was more to be told of cradles
borne upon men's shoulders, in which Willy
could be carried to the top of the highest



hills as easily as his sisters on their mountain
ponies. And now the packing was all finish-
ed, and the luggage sent on board, and every
body was anxious to follow it; for the ship
was reported as quite comfortable, and the
house was decidedly the reverse. Margaret
and her father had been on board to arrange
the cabins, accompanied by their sailor-friend,
who professed to know how to fit up a berth
better than any body. He had caused all
the furniture to be fastened, or, as he called
it, cleated to the floor, that it might not roll
about in rough weather. The books were
secured in the shelves by bars, and swinging
tables hung from the ceilings. Willy's couch
was in the most airy and convenient place at
the stern cabin window, and there was an
easy chair for him when he should be able
to come out on deck. The ship was said to
be in perfect order, whereas the house was
in the utmost confusion and desolation: the
carpets rolled up, the pictures taken down,
the mirrors covered with muslin, the furni-
ture and bookcases with canvass; not a
vestige left of former habits and occupations,



except me and my little mansion. But in
the midst of all the bustle, I was as calm
and collected as if nothing had happened. I
sat quietly in my arm-chair, staring com-
posedly at all that went on, contented and
happy, though apparently forgotten by every
body. Indeed, such was my placid, patient
disposition, that I do not believe I should
have uttered a sound or moved a muscle if
the whole of London had fallen about my
little ears.
I did certainly sometimes wish to know
what was to become of me, and at last that
information was given me.
The night before they sailed, Rose busied
herself with Sarah in packing up my house
and furniture, which were to be sent to a lit-
tle girl who had long considered it her great-
est treat to play with them. But Rose did
not pack me ip with my goods and chattels.
'My poor old Seraphina,' said she, as she
removed me from my arm-chair, ou and I
have passed many a happy day together,
and I do not like to throw you away as
mere rubbish; but the new mistress of your



house has already more dolls than she
knows what to do with. You are no great
beauty now, but I wish I knew any child
who would care for you.'
If you please to give her to me, Miss
Rose,' said Sarah, 'my little niece, that your
Mama is so kind as to put to school, would
thank you kindly, and think her the great-
est of beauties.'
Oh, then, take her by all means, Sarah,'
replied Rose; and here is a little trunk to
keep her clothes in. I remember I used to
be very fond of that trunk; so I dare say
your little Susan will like it, though it is
not quite new.'
That she will, and many thanks to you,
Miss. Susan will be as delighted with it
now, as you were a year or two ago.'
So they wrapped me up in paper, and
Rose having given me a farewell kiss, which
I would have returned if I could, Sarah
put me 'and my trunk both into her great
pocket; and on the same day that my old
friends embarked for their distant voyage,
I was carried to my new home.

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