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Katy's Christmas

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Title:
Katy's Christmas
Series Title:
The Doll's club
Creator:
Johnson, Virginia W. ( Virginia Wales ), 1849-1916 ( Author, Primary )
Green, Jasper, 1829-1910 ( Engraver )
Faber ( Illustrator )
Claxton, Remsen & Haffelfinger ( Publisher )
Moore Bros ( Printer )
J. Fagan & Son ( Stereotyper )
Place of Publication:
Philadelphia
Publisher:
Claxton, Remsen & Haffelfinger
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Moore Brothers ; Stereotyped by J. Fagan & Son
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Copyright Date:
1870
Language:
English
Physical Description:
123 p., [2] leaves of plates : ill. ; 18 cm.

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Children -- Employment -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Governesses -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Christmas -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Factories -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Family life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Marine animals -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Prize books (Provenance) -- 1871 ( rbprov )
Baldwin -- 1871
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Prize books (Provenance) ( rbprov )
novel ( marcgt )
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United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )

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Added title page, engraved; other illustration engraved by Green after Faber.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility:
by Cousin Virginia, author of Kettle Club Series

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KATY'S CHRISTMAS.






BY

COUSIN VIRGINIA,
AUTHOR OF KETTLE CLUB SERIES.














PHILADELPHIA:
CLAXTON, REMSEN & HAFFELFINGER,
819 & 821 MARKET STREET.
1871.



































Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, by
CLAXTON, RE3ISEN & IIAFFELPINGEIR,
in the Clerk's Onlice of the District Court of the United States, in and for
the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.

J. FAGAN & SON, STEREOTYPES, MOORE BROTHERS, PRINTERS.






























TO THE WARD CHILDREN,

WITH THE


WRITER'S CORDIAL INTEREST AND LOVE.





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PREFACE.



CLORINDA, the muse, presents to the world
Her Club, and the Tales that were told,
From the little Tin Soldier, with banner unfurled,
To the President's baton of gold.

Tommy's chickens parade, and Patty cuts pranks,
And Jack flies his kite in the air,
While gay, happy children play on the green banks,
Without either trouble or care.

She opens her song with a "Happy New-Year,"
This Doll--a poetical one-
And tossing her curls, says, "Now listen, my dear,"
Then is lost in a ray of the sun.





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CHAPTER I.
PAGE
THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE, 9


CHAPTER II.

THE CrLUB MEETS, 27
POPPY'S GHOST, 45
THE TIN SOLDIER'S STORY THE LITTLE CRAB'S
GREAT RELATIONS, 58
THE WAx LADY'S STORY--PAULINE, 81
THE GREEN CAT, 107







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KATY'S CuRIrlsTIAS.












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KATY'S CHRISTMAS.


CHAPTER I.

STHE WHEEL OF FORTUNE.

-~ATIE was twelve years
l :l.fr old, and her aunt
considered it only
4 right that she should
".. ''--.- --_ earn something for
herself, as there were many mouths to feed
in the cottage.
The little girl was sent to the factory,
to begin at the lowest round of the ladder,
which she would climb as the years rolled
on, until she could control one of the looms
of the upper story, like the older girls,
9






10 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

guiding the whirling shuttles with nimble
fingers, to weave bright colored cloth.
That seemed a great way in the distance, to
Katie, who was only in the basement of life
as yet; and so it actually was, for she never
reached the highest rank in the factory at
all.
Another wheel, about which we hear so
much said, was revolving for the little girl
in the most delightful and unexpected way
- the wheel of fortune.
One warm, sultry day in August, when
the trees shaded the cool green grass of the
river bank temptingly, and the factory
was stiflingly hot, with the sun glaring
in at every window with a burning heat,
and the air was heavy from the oily fumes
of the clanking machinery, Katie was wea-
rily sorting the pile of rags, which was
her portion of work.
How noisily every sound buzzed and
creaked in her ears-how the gliding






THE DOLL'S CLUB. 11

bands and shafts ran in and out of each
other's way, as if they were never tired !
Katie looked wistfully out of the half-
opened door into the wide, dusty street,
thinking that she would much rather be
taking care of the cross baby at home, or
be roaming in the woods with the other
children, than to work so hard.
Just then one of the owners of the fac-
tory, who usually stood in a little office
behind a tall desk, where he could readily
peer out through the glass doors, and see
that no one was idle, came out, and paused
before Katie.
The child did not venture to raise her
eyes; she had an idea that the manager
was a great and terrible person, and she
had heard him speak severely more than
once.
Here, little girl," said the manufacturer,
who was really a very kind gentleman, and
had noticed Katie's tired face, "take this






12 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

note up to the house for me, and don't be
gone very long."
Katie sprang up, delighted at the chance
of putting on her hat and running away
to the great house, which was quite a long
distance from the factory, at the other end
of the village street.
A row of poplar-trees, ragged and worn
with age, ranged primly beside the path
which led up to the old-fashioned red-brick
house with tall chimneys.
It seemed a very splendid residence in
Katie's eyes, for there was a fountain
which tossed sparkling jets of silver spray
into the sunshine, and a game of croquet
upon the lawn, with the pretty, bright-
colored balls lying about in the grass
among the wickets.
This was all that Katie's bright eyes
discovered, and the wheel of fortune turned
rapidly around for her the moment she
saw the baby.






THE DOLL'S CLUB. 13

He was a sturdy, rosy child, with gay
red boots upon his tiny feet, and a delicate
white dress, much crumpled by the wearer's
fancy for rolling in the gravel of the walk.
Baby. had slyly roamed out of the open
door, when nobody missed him, and was
now familiarly pulling the bushy tail of a
large, savage-looking dog.
Katie understood the situation in a mo-
ment. She had been nurse in her aunt's
family ever so many years, and although
all her experience had been gathered from
poor babies, who are generally allowed to
tumble about for themselves entirely at
their own pleasure, she knew very well
that a rich baby had no business to be
taking liberties with a strange, ill-natured
dog, especially when the latter was growl-
ing and showing his teeth at the bold little
man.
Do-o long!" shouted baby gayly, imi-
tating his older brothers in driving horses.







14 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

"Growl, growl!" replied the dog, roll-
ing his wicked eyes.
Quick as an arrow, Katie gave a spring
forward, snatched up the baby, and held
him high in the air, so that the big dog
made a vicious snap at her instead, then
bounded away in answer to his master's
call in the road.
Baby at first was breathless with aston-
ishment and fear: then he began to cry,
kicking the red boots vigorously. He did
not know that Katie was any better as a
friend than the stranger dog, until she sat
down on the piazza step to soothe him qui-
etly.
Baby's mammna, and the rest of the fam-
ily, came rushing out, and found Katie,
looking like a grave little old woman,
rocking him gently; and the baby took
so kindly to the small nurse, that his
crying fit subsided into a few gasping
sobs.






THE DOLL'S CLUB. 15

Of course, the ladies trembled over the
danger which the child had escaped.
But you were bitten," said the mother,
lifting Katie's calico sleeve, which was rent
by the dog's sharp teeth; and they had
made a wound in the flesh besides.
"That's nothing," said Katie, uncon-
cernedly; "I was afraid the dog would hurt
the baby, you know."
"The brute may have been mad," mur-
mured baby's aunt, with a shudder of alarm.
Katie was not worried at this idea; she
knew nothing of the terrors of hydrophobia.
Nurse now approached, carrying a tiny
roll of flannel, with a puckered little face
peering out of the folds, and two wee fists
flourished in the air.
"HIow could you leave Charlie to be bit-
ten by a strange dog! exclaimed mamma.
Nurse looked startled, then she pursed
up her lips, and her face flushed with vex-
ation.





16 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

"I can't be in two places at once, ma'am,"
she said. "The new baby cried up stairs,
and Charlie ran away by himself, I suppose.
It's more than I can do to mind both o'f
them."
Katie's wounded arm was carefully dress-
ed by the kind ladies, and she was given a
cake besides; then, after delivering the note,
she trotted back to her post in the factory,
much refreshed by the recess which had
been granted to her.
The next day she found Charlie's mother
talking with her aunt, and about her, too.
The lady wanted her to be Charlie's nurse,
instead of working in the tiresome factory
all day.
How wonderful! The little girl danced
with delight when her aunt consented to
her departure, and then a small trunk was
neatly packed with all Katie's worldly
goods, even to the red Paisley shawl, which
had been once worn by her mother when





THE DOLL'S CLUB. 17

the family crossed the ocean to find work
in the manufactories of the New World,
like so many of their countrymen.
Katie was sorry to leave her aunt, but
she soon forgot her grief in the new life she
entered upon. She fancied that all her
former companions cast envious glances at
her from the windows of the factory, when
she walked past .i l. .ng the baby in a
smart little carriage, with gayly painted
wheels and a leather top, just like the large
carriages used by grown people.
Charlie was the old baby, and the new
one had put his small nose sadly out of
joint. He took very kindly to his little
nurse, and the two were happy as the day
is long, for Katie was enough of a child to
enjoy frolicking with her small charge, and
she always had some delightful amusement
ready to check the falling tears the moment
the baby had made up his face to cry.
Nurse and Katie were also very good friends,
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18 TIHE DOLL'S CLUB.

especially as the little assistant's willing
feet carried her on all sorts of useful errands
after pins and needles, milk for the children,
and hot tea for nurse herself--all of which
put nurse in a very good humor, for it saved
her racing about from morning until night.
At last the autumn came, with cool, clear
breath, casting a scarlet and yellow mantle
over the hill-side, and leaving races of its
presence in the valleys in delicate hoar-frost,
which vanished into filmy mist before the
sun's bright rays. -
That was the time to gather richly tinted
leaves into bouquets, and search for the
smooth polished chestnuts, or sweet-flavored
walnuts.
Katie and the baby roamed with the rest
on these excursions, but they usually rested
at a safe distance from the busy scene of the
nut-harvest, as Charlie had already learned
the use of his sharp, squirrel-like little teeth.
Now the family must bid the kind aunt






THE DOLL'S CLUB. 19

good-by, who had entertained them for the
summer, and flit back to their city home,
as the birds seek warmer latitudes for the
cold, wind-swept days of winter.
Katie looked at the old church, with the
weather-worn sheds ranged beside it; at the
quiet grave-yard beyond, where her father
and mother were sleeping; at the factory
cupola, where the great brazen-tongued bell
hung which had called her so often; then
she climbed into the cars for the first time
in her life, and was whirled away rapidly.
The young traveller's eyes were dazzled
by the novel sights about her. If she
looked out of the window, the trees and
rivers seemed to whiz past as if they were
racing up hill, and down again, to keep
pace with the frantic speed of the locomo-
tive; if she watched the rows of passengers
in the cars, she found that they all looked
quite different from each other, and there
were more flowers in the ladies' bonnets






20 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

than she had ever seen before. The simple
little girl! Especially was her interest ex-
cited in a pretty young lady, who wore such
a beautiful dress, with so many curls, and
such glittering earrings, seated opposite, as
well as the young gentleman with elegant
gloves, who was so devoted in his atten-
tions to his fair companion, holding her
lace pocket- handkerchief, arranging her
dainty shawl, and turning the leaves of her
book.
Katie nearly dropped the old baby from
her arms, in her admiration of the hand-
some strangers.
"Don't stare so, child!" whispered nurse,
giving her a little shake. "That is a bride,
to be sure. La! I should know she was,
by her airs and graces, a mile off."
Nurse knew everything; her experience
in the world was very large. She often
told Katie that she had raised ten babies,
and she spoke as if the babies were nothing






THE DOLL'S CLUB. 21

more than early vegetables, grown in a
forcing-bed.
As for Katie, she was quite ashamed of
having looked steadily at the lady, and
afterward contented herself with stealing
sidelong glances at her, to count the rows
of trimming upon her dress, until they all
ran together in circles, and then the little
girl gave it up in despair.
The children ate sandwiches and candy,
and ,-,.I..,:, for drinks of water without
number, just when they could not have the
grateful fluid; then they all nodded wea-
rily, cramped by the confinement of sitting
still so long; and Katie nodded with the
rest.
Fresh marvels were in store.
Suddenly the locomotive darted into a
long tunnel, and the daylight was com-
pletely shut out, except where a few faint
rays came through loop-holes here and
there.





22 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

Katie was terribly frightened. She clasp-
ed the sleeping baby to her breast so closely,
fearing that something dreadful was about
to happen, that he awoke with a shout,
which was joined in by a feeble wail from
the new baby.
Where are we going? What is it?"
cried Katie, clutching nurse in her alarm.
"It's only a tunnel," replied nurse,
calmly. ".We go underground for a while,
that's all. Don't pinch my arm black and
blue."
A light flashed in the car from a candle,
held by an old lady firmly erect in its
socket. The old lady was nervous in the
darkness, and so made an illumination for
herself. The children .--.1. .1 and some
of the older people joined them; the old
lady looked so funny holding her candle,
which flickered over her sharp nose, and
twinkled about her spectacles, even throw-
ing deep shadows under her crimped cap






THE DOLL'S CLUB. 23

border; but she never smiled at the amuse-
ment she created.
The young husband availed himself of
the darkness to kiss his blooming bride:
Katie saw the whole performance, thanks
to the old lady's candle, and stared harder
than ever.
The train slowly emerged into daylight
again, and entered a great city, with stately
rows of houses and churches, public squares,
and gay thoroughfares. Bewildered by all
the magnificence about her, Katie was taken
in a carriage to a handsome house, with
richly colored curtains shading the win-
dows, carved balconies, and a spacious hall
paved with marble.
Up in the cheerful nursery Katie was to
live, where the sun shone pleasantly all the
morning, and there were toys enough to
stock the little shop kept by the druggist
in Katie's native village.
The old baby had a famous swinging






24 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

crib, and the new baby a dainty nest be-
side it. Katie saw plainly what it was
to be born with a golden spoon in one's
mouth.
Harry, the eldest boy, had a room all to
himself, with a book-ease in it and a bureau,
which he kept carefully locked. Nobody
was expected to enter his dominions, or ex-
amine his private treasures, while he was
away at school. Louise, the eldest daugh-
ter, was a child of ten; but she wore French
heels to her boots, and lisped the French
language all the morning at the greatschool
she attended, besides tripping about daintily
over waxed floors all the afternoon under
the care of her dancing-master.
Miss Louise was altogether very French,
and Katie listened awestruck to the gay
snatches of song which ran so glibly from
the nimble little tongue.
Only in one respect was Louise plain
American her love for bread and butter






lTHE DOLL'S CLUB. 25

-otherwise she might have been a pure
Parisienne.
Katie admired everything about her
entirely without envy; she never once
dreamed of asking how it would seem
to be a rich little girl herself. Besides,
she felt very proud and grand in her own
right.
Did she not walk in the broad streets,
leading the merry Charlie, while nurse car-
ried her charge to take the fresh air ? Of
all the gorgeous babies out for an airing,
clad in blue and purple velvet mere tod-
dling bundles of silk and satin, not a yard
long none looked prettier than Katie's
baby, you may be sure, with his black plush
leggings, his fur coat of snowy ermine, cap
with a feather to match, and the tiny muff,
about large enough for a doll, in which to
warm his small fingers.
When ladies smiled at him, or paused to
admire his rosy cheeks and bright eyes,






26 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

Katie held her head very high, and gave
mamma a faithful account of what was said,
when she returned home, with as much
pride as if she owned every inch of Charlie's
small body in her own right.










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CHAPTER II.

THE CLUB MEETS.

1- UTUJUTUMN merged into winter, and
-i the snow came whirling down in
-- the city streets: the country must
be already buried in deep drifts by this
time, Katie thought.
Now came all the sparkling gayety of
Christmas, about which so much has been
said already, and so much more will be
said; for if the present race of children
must soon cross the threshold, and become
grown people, others come flocking out of
the cradle to fill their places; so the fun
goes on, and Santa Claus may still stand
winking drolly from the doorway of every
toy-shop, when a hundred years have rolled
away.
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28 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

Katie's heart gave a jump of delight
when she found several packages lying on
a chair beside her bed on ('l i -li -, morn-
ing. She felt of them, with sparkling eyes,
to guess at their contents. If there was
only a doll! No, there was no toy of any
kind a pretty, bright colored dress, a
black silk apron, with pockets, a neat em-
broidered collar, with a pink bow attached,
and a pair of gloves.
Certainly, the presents were very suitable
for a little nurse, and handsome of their
sort; yet Katie was sadly disappointed.
The dress was a great deal nicer than any
she had ever worn, and she was really
grateful for it in her heart; but she was
only a child after all, and she would have
enjoyed having a doll to herself very much.
The dress and apron and collar would have
been just as proper gifts, had she been ninety
years old, instead of twelve; but a little
nurse-girl is not expected to play.






THE DOLL'S CLUB. 29

She went into the nursery, and gave
Charlie a large wool lamb, with a bell
round its neck, which she had bought with
her own private pocket-money, while nurse
distributed her gifts also among the other
children: a tin whistle, a top, a whip, and
a monkey, to show her affection for them.
Katie and nurse had made a mysterious
journey into by -ways and side streets to
find these presents, and Charlie showed his
strong attachment to the lamb by carrying
the woolly pet to bed with him that night.
All day there was a cloud upon Katie's
usually cheerful face. She was permitted
to admire the new dolls in all their fresh
finery; still they passed out of her hands
again afterward, and no one noticed her
unhappiness in the noisy nursery, where
the small people were absorbed in their own
affairs.
No one at all ?
The large wax doll in the red velvet






30 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

arm-chair winked one eye, as much as to
say :
We shall understand each other pres-
ently."
The brown chocolate pony, with mane
and tail of white sugar, nodded his head
three times roguishly.
Katie laughed merrily for a moment, and
then forgot the matter; but the dolls did
not forget nearly so soon, as they never
held more than one idea at a time in their
heads.
When evening came, nurse went to make
her friends a C'l(itin-, visit, and Katie,
having no friends in the great city, was left
in charge of the nursery.
The coal fire blazed brightly on the
hearth, casting rosy lights over the warm
colors of the carpet, and occasionally re-
vealed the placid faces of the sleeping chil-
dren pressed among the pillows.
Tramp, tramp, patter, patter, came a pro-






THE DOLL'S CLUB. 31

cession of toys up to the hearth-rug where
Katie sat.
The large wax doll, with the trailing
robe, had risen from her velvet arm-chair
to lead the company, and behind trooped a
dozen china dolls, all sisters of one family,
and ranging in height down to the inch-
high baby. There were jumping-jacks;
cricket balls; an elephant made of gray
flannel, with pins sticking in his sides, and
a pasteboard house on his back; dark dolls
and fair dolls, and little rattling carts with-
out number.
"We are going to hold our club-meeting
here on the hearth-rug to-night," said the
wax doll, and the words came sweetly from
her rosy lips.
"What is a doll club? asked the igno-
rant Katie, at the same time admiring the
elegance of the wax doll's manners.
Have you never heard of our club ?"
cried all the dolls. That is surprising!





32 TRE DOLL'S CLUB.

We are a literary society; we have already
left our mark on the world's progress, for a
great many reforms would never have taken
place, save for our extensive influence," and
the dolls tossed their heads proudly.
"How can a doll be anything but a play-
thing?" laughed Katie, much amused at
the spirited little trots.
"Are we of no use besides that? cried
the dolls again. We will show you that
we know a thing or two. Fresh members
are added to our number every year, when
the new presents arrive at Christmas; and
here we shall hold our meeting."
"May I see you play ?" ~.. : .1 Katie,
meekly, for she longed to see what the dol-
lies would do.
Yes, certainly; we should not have come
out until you had gone to bed, if we had
not wanted to amuse you because you had
no doll. You foolish great creature! It
is not play, but business. Remember that,





THE DOLL'S CLUB. 33

because we are quick-tempered, and often
fly into a rage."
Katie could only laugh with delight at
the idea of listening to doll-conversation.
We have a great deal of talent among
us," piped a jack-in-the-box.
"Oh! did you speak ?" inquired a little
doll, with a severe frown. "Ladies come
before gentlemen here, if you please. Per-
haps we shall decide to put you outside the
circle altogether to-night."
The poor jack slunk back into his box,
(he was rather limp in his red coat at the
best,) quite abashed at the reproof he had
received.
The old dolls of last year wished to man-
age everything, as they had the most expe-
rience; while a doll in a print frock, that
had lost one arm, and had a rubber head,
was especially fond of argument, and having
matters her own way. Her temper had
been soured by the trials of life, for she had
VOL. I. C





34 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

been banged and battered by master Charlie;
now falling against the door; now lying for
days under the table, and usually dragged
from such concealment by one foot; then
flung headlong out of the window by heed-
less little hands, to strike plump upon the
hard pavement of the court-yard.
No wonder that her countenance was
wrinkled, and that she had lost all faith in
human nature, she had been treated so
ill.
"I should be president, because I own a
velvet arm-chair," said the wax-doll, spread-
ing out her rich gown with two pink kid
hands.
"We need a president who can boast
something besides fine clothes," said the
rubber doll, whose name was Polly, and if
it was necessary that the doll president
should be old and shabby, she was certainly
the best adapted to fill the position.
"I will be president," hummed the whip-






THE DOLL'S CLUB. 35

top, whirling into the circle. "I can waltz
around, and keep you in order."
"No; I have the clearest voice, and the
president must be heard by every one dis-
tinctly," cried the penny whistle.
"If that is all you want, we can make
enough noise too," barked all the little
dogs, mounted on wheels; and the goat,
with a tin bell attached to his collar, was
of the same opinion.
"Beat me! shouted the new drum, and
the drumsticks rapped a brisk military tat-
too in obedience.
Creak, squeak !" wheezed a toy melo-
deon, rather broken-winded, but doing its
best.
Cock-a-doodle-do !" shrieked a rooster,
made of blue glass, with a splendid fine-
spun tail.
Chanticleer should have remembered that
he was made of glass, instead of reigning
prince of the barn-yard, for he burst with





36 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

the crowing effort he made, and fell in
a shower of fragments from the mantel-
piece.
Then the little china bird wept until the
gold ran off her beak, over the poor cock,
for she was engaged to be married to him,
and the bronze clock had promised to per-
form the interesting ceremony--when it
ceased ticking.
There were quarrels among the dolls
themselves, because each one longed to take
the chair and cover herself with glory.
But it was impossible that every one should
have- the place of honor, and so the uproar
only increased among the wrangling small
people. The rubber doll was seen to box
the ears of her next neighbor; the wax doll
was as near flying into a pet as a well-bred
lady ever should be; and the china babies
stamped their little china feet to emphasize
their remarks.
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knee with one spring, and made a sly
grimace at her, twisting his red mouth
awry.
"Tell them to draw lots," he whispered.
"What a jolly time they are having, to be
sure."
So Katie told the disputing dollies that
she would cut three strips from the margin
of a newspaper, and three candidates must
draw for the prize--the rubber-headed
Polly, the wax lady, and the large crying
baby, in nightgown and cap, who had wasted
no breath in the argument, but had only sat
staring in a fat, helpless way.
The toys agreed to this wise plan, and
the three dolls in turn drew the slips of
paper from between Katie's fingers.
Lo and behold! the innocent crying
baby held the longest strip of paper--
she was president of the doll club, after
all.
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THE DOLL'S CLUB. 45

slowly, rolled up her blue glass eyes to the
ceiling, and clasped her kid hands together
over her heart. Then she began:

POPPY'S GHOST.

SOOR Poppy was made of the rubber-tree,
Of a dingy yellow hue;
S' When you squeezed her cheeks they went all agee,
Like a cat a-trying to mew.

"Poor Poppy I she came to a dreadful end,
Although she could not break;
Of course, in that state she would not mend;
To see her made all the dolls quake.

"Tom threw her into the bright coalfire,
And she shrivelled and snapped as she fell;
She made no groans on her funeral pyre,
But a dismal, frightful smell.

"She startled the dolls from their midnight dreams
With a ghastly, awful tread;
From her old blue dress the fire still streamed
As she stopped and stared at each bed.

"' Of Tom, that dreadful boy, beware!
Lest you follow after me.'
Each doll raised her hand to feel for her hair,
The sight was so dreadful to see.






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"Then slowly marching again to her tomb,
Sank down 'mid the flames bright and clear.
Each doll, much oppressed by so dreadful a doom,
Pulled the bed-quilt up over her ear."

How beautiful! murmured the toys.
"How sad! sobbed Polly, the prisoner
in the tub; "it makes me think of my sister
Sallie, who died long ago."
All the dolls wiped their eyes in sympa-
thy, and the crying baby president said
that Polly should be taken out of the tub,
where she had sat long enough, because it
was evident that her heart was in the right
place after all.
In the mean while, the poetess sank back
upon the sofa gracefully, and fainted away.
The exertion of standing upon her wax feet
so long had been too much for her.
The dolls flocked around the sofa, and
the monkey doctor hopped away to the
drug-shop, where the apothecary behind
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first article he could find, and as that hap-
pened to be red pepper, Clorinda was
obliged to sneeze feebly, as a sign of life,
although she would have liked to remain
in her fainting fit some time longer.
"Such a delicate creature!" said the
walnut chairman, shaking her walnut head
solemnly.
"Stuff and nonsense!" cried the wax
doll, who was a trifle jealous of Clorinda;
"she likes to attract notice."
The lovely poetess opened one blue eye,
and stared angrily at her wax cousin; red
pepper and a saucy remark brought her
around surprisingly quick.
"Ahem! coughed a tin soldier, present-
ing arms; "if I may come into the literary
circle, I will tell a story."
"Yes, come in," said the crying baby,
pleasantly; and as she was president, the
soldier, the jack-in-the-box, and all the
other boy dolls were allowed to seat them-





48 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

selves near her velvet arm-chair, provided
they would keep quiet; and that they did,
each one sitting with feet crossed like
Turks, except the soldier, who was obliged
to stand erect, holding his musket.
"I can't hear anything that is said when
my legs are tied in this way," whimpered
the jumping-jack, dismally.
So the kind hearted president released
him also.
"VlWh:t have you to say?" asked the
poetess. "One does not expect to find
much delightful romance in a tin soldier."
"I am a major-general," said the soldier,
proudly, strutting up and down. "The
little boy who owns me makes me fight
battles all day long. If you do not take
my word for it, ask any of my men in the
painted box yonder."
The other soldiers rattled in their box
by way of reply.
"Do you hear them presenting arms,






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ladies? Now I may continue, I sup-
pose."
"Of course you may," said all the dolls,
graciously, casting admiring glances out of
their bead eyes at the handsome soldier, for
even doll ladies like a uniform, and every
one knows that real ladies dote on them.
"I would take off my cap, if I could,"
added the major-general, politely; "but un-
fortunately my head would come off too, as
they are both joined together, so you will
pardon my rudeness in keeping both on."
"Is your story original ? inquired Clo-
rinda.
"It can never be as fine as 'Poppy's
Ghost,' whispered the attentive monkey
in her ear.
You foolish creature!" replied Clorinda,
playfully boxing the monkey's wooden ear;
then she sighed, and cast down her eyes
genteelly.
"I heard the story in the Mexican war,
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madam," said the soldier, and he looked
around loftily, to see if any person doubted
that he had served in real wars.
The dolls, now that they found him to
be indeed a military hero, stared admiringly
again.
Life is not all play," remarked this wise
major-general; then he stood stiffer than
ever, with one foot advanced in an elegant
attitude, while he prepared to tell his story.
Stop one moment," cried Clorinda,
pointing at the castle.
The castle was built of sand-paper, with
towers and gables, and many windows.
Nobody knew, except the doll that lived
there, how elegant it might be inside, for
none of the others had ever visited her.
Everything outside was splendid, alto-
gether splendid, as became a princely resi-
dence. There were lawns and stately rows
of trees, made of crisp curled paper; there
were pewter fountains, with figures grouped






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in the basins, and miniature lakes of glass,
with wax swans floating on the surface.
A blue peacock was strutting on the ter-
race; a wooden horse was cantering up the
avenue; and some stiff, painted people were
enjoying themselves on the grass.
When Clorinda spoke, every object began
to move, in its own way, with curious life
and motion.
The little silk flag on the turret fluttered
out proudly on the breeze, and a rosy light
glowed from each tiny window.
The wooden horse cantered on with a
smart tap of hoofs on the gravelled path,
the painted people shot arrows at targets,
and rolled balls over the grass in various
games. It was pretty to see the crisp paper
trees unfold in graceful branches, and droop-
ing boughs clothed in tender leaves, while
the pewter fountains spouted streams of
water from conch-shells held by little boys
on their shoulders, or the open mouths of






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dragons, with a soft murmur, and the wax
swans spread their white wings as they
glided over the surface of the glass lakes,
which rippled in sparkling waves.
Now the lady of the castle appeared at
the door. She was made of pasteboard,
colored in gay stripes, like the jumping-
jack and the paper dolls; yet she did not
acknowledge them to be her relatives. She
lived in a castle, and therefore she was
very proud-one could see that quite
plainly.
I cannot invite you into my house, be-
cause you are not all made like me, and
only slender, elegant people may enter
here," she said.
"I suppose, if we were all thin as a wafer,
we might live in a paper box," sneered the
wax doll. "It is a castle."
"Call it so, if you please. I consider it
a box which might hold my bonnet," said
the wax doll.






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"I should like to join your club," said
the castle lady.
"High birth and wealth can make no
difference here; we need talent," said Clo-
rinda.
"Hoity-toity, miss! cried the castle
lady, angrily, "may not an aristocratic doll
have all three gifts ? I have plenty of
brains, you will find. There are queens in
my family without number, and my uncle
is the king of hearts in a pack of cards,
with a gilt crown and sceptre. What more
do you want? "
We pasteboard people have plenty of
wit. I suppose it is because we are so light
and springy in our movements, instead of
being heavy and stuffed with bran, like -
ahem! said the jumping-jack, briskly.
"That is speaking one word for me, and
two for yourself. Besides, I am not such a
grasshopper as you, sir. It would not be
becoming in one of my position to skip






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about as you do," and the castle lady looked
wonderfully dignified.
All this while the poor tin soldier stood
bolt upright, patiently waiting for a chance
to tell his story. He was the pink of good
soldiers, and would not have interrupted a
lady while she was -p: ,k1n', for the world.
He sighed once very dismally under his
lead jacket, and the little china dollies said
it was a shame.
Here is the dear tin soldier waiting for
a chance to make himself heard, and he has
something delightful to tell us," they cried.
"Ladies, you do me too much honor,"
said the soldier, presenting arms to them.
But all this really did no good.
The walnut chairman was afraid that the
young dolls would not show themselves to
be strong-minded, if he was allowed to talk,
so she piped in hastily:
"This is a woman's society, and the cas-
tle lady must be heard first."






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"Of course, that is what I expect. You
don't often meet one of the king of hearts'
nieces."
Then the castle lady stared straight
ahead, as if she was trying to remember
something.
"Poetry is more genteel than prose, in
my opinion," she said.
"No doubt your poem will be very nice,"
commented the poetess Clorinda, rather
faintly; but she imagined that she was very
polite, and did not show alny jealousy of
another poetical doll.
"Nice! that is a tame word of praise,"
said the castle lady, in a pet, and she banged
the door of her mansion before any one else
had time to soothe her wrath.
"She should not have been offended in
that way," said the chairman, looking se-
verely at Clorinda.
What was to be done?
The wax doll was really a giantess com-






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pared to the castle, so she peeped down the
paper chimneys, begging the lady to come
out once more; the hobby-horse neighed at
the windows, in hope of arousing some re-
sponse within; and finally, the tiniest doll
among all the toys was chosen to walk up
the gravel avenue and tap at the door.
The little doll put on her wee red cloak,
as if she was going out to walk, and stepped
bravely upon the castle ground.
It was no use, however, for the castle
lady showed her high birth and breeding
by sulking in silence, instead of joining the
club again.
The little doll knocked prettily on the
door; yet she had to run away, when she
had done so, as fast as her china feet would
carry her, for the wooden horse pranced
after her, and the painted people tried to
catch her; but they were rather stiff in the
joints, and she easily escaped.
Then the light faded from the windows;






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the trees curled up into stiff paper branches
again; the fountains ceased to play, and the
swans became mere lumps of wax upon
glass ponds once more.
"We might have had a taste of polite
society, if the princess had not got angry
with us," sighed the rubber ball.
"That is a slap at me, I suppose," said
Clorinda, sniffing at a rose-leaf to keep
herself alive amidst so much excite-
ment.
The patient tin soldier was obliged to
cough twice before any notice was again
taken of him or his affairs; every one had
forgotten him.
"If you please, ladies," he began, meekly.
"Ah! yes, to. be sure, we still have you
left," said the chairman, for she really liked
to see justice done to every speaker. "You
may begin now."
Thus encouraged, the soldier held his
musket as if he was about to make a mili-






38 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

doll allowed the new president to occupy
her velvet arm-chair in honor of her exalted
dignity and high position.
What ever am I to do? asked the child-
ish crying baby, and there she sat in her
nightgown and cap, with bare feet the
very picture of youthful simplicity.
The rubber Polly slapped the new presi-
dent spitefully, she was so vexed at her own
defeat, and then the baby cried most beau-
tifully, without any one's pinching her cloth
waistband for the purpose.
"This can never be allowed!" exclaimed
a pen-wiper doll, dressed, like a Quakeress,
in folds of gray cloth, that formed so many
leaves upon which to wipe a pen, while her
head was a walnut, with a pair of tin-wire
spectacles, which gave her a very wise look
indeed.
"Shall any person in the doll's club be
rude? Ugh! you cross rubber dolly, I
would slap you myself for your noisy ways,






58 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

tary charge upon the company, and told his
tale the best he could.

THE TIN SOLDIER'S STORY.
THE LITTLE CRAB'S GREAT RELATIONS.

As soon as the little crab could speak and
think, he showed his family that he had a
mind of his own.
"Every one for himself," he said, snap-
ping his claws defiantly at the world, while
he was still a baby crab.
He will make his mark in his day and
generation, if we are not mistaken," re-
marked the old crabs.
"For that matter, I shall keep my eyes
about me, certainly," replied the little crab,
briskly. You can never tell what may
happen. If I was to be caught and boiled
alive for the table, how I should bite some-
body's fingers first!"
"Do not forget that you belong to an old
and respectable family, the Crustacea," said






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the old crabs. There's no better or more
useful race in the seas, for we devour all
kinds of food, and thus keep the waters
pure."
Exactly," returned the little crab. I
intend to present myself to my great rela-
tions, and shine in the light of their glory.
What is the use of being connected with
the lobster and prawn, if one may not tell
of it some day? As my cousin, the lobster,
once said to me, 'Oh my uncle,.the craw-
fish, thinks thus and so.' That sounds
well."
"All a mistake. You were evidently
born for a toady," said the old crabs; but
the young one never paused to listen, and
trotted away to find the lobster's abode.
The little crab knew that he was well
dressed in the crab livery. He had gay
red stripes on his back, and his legs were
banded with yellow and blue, in the most
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pool, where the periwinkles were mowing
the tender sea-weeds which draped the sides
of the basin, with their long tongues moving
from side to side like scythes.
Halloa! shouted the little crab, paus-
ing on the brink of the tide-pool, "can you
tell me the way to the lobster's residence?"
The tiny scythe-tongues did not pause in
their labor for an instant; the periwinkles
were too busy eating their meal of sea-weed
to reply.. While the crab awaited their
pleasure, a man's foot pushed him over-
board, so that he fell headlong into the
crystal clear well.
How rude! We do not like to be dis-
turbed at our dinner by such noisy fellows,"
exclaimed the periwinkles, coiling up their
long tongues for the purpose of speaking.
"Just as if I could help tumbling into
your dull little hole! cried the indignant
crab, scrambling out of the tide-pool as fast
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Pounce! A large hand clutched him,
belonging to the owner of the boot, who
had watched eagerly for the reappearance
of the crab at the surface of the tide-pool,
and now our hero was laid on his back, in
the palm of the hand, for the purpose of
being admired by several ladies.
"I cannot fight these big creatures, so I
may as well pretend I am dead, and play
old soldier with them," and he did stretch
himself quite stiff to await his fate. The
ladies poked him with their parasols, and
peered at him through their eye-glasses;
but he made no resistance until a delicate
finger came too near: then he nipped it
smartly between his large claw. The lady
shrieked with pain, and the naughty crab
was flung far out into the water. Giddy
and ill, the poor little fellow at last sank to
the bottom of the ocean without having
broken his shell, although he had spun






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through the air to such a height that he
felt all his joints crack.
Along came a handsome star-fish, of a
vivid crimson color, so that it resembled a
large flower wandering beneath the waters;
yet it crawled upon three legs, having lost
the other while trying to devour the deli-
cious oysters, and they had closed their
doors so quickly that the star-fish left its
legs behind.
"I am a cripple, and I have come to the
scallop-doctor to be cured," sighed the star-
fish, in melancholy tones.
"In that case I will see him, also," said
the little crab.
The scallop-doctor soon appeared, spring-
ing lightly through the water by rapidly
opening and closing the valves of his pretty
crimped shells. He was a very chatty and
agreeable physician; but he was obliged to
look grave when he saw the star-fish.
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again. Time and patience. No end of
medicine, too," said the scallop-doctor.
The star-fish was very low-spirited over
his misfortune. "I will commit suicide, I
believe," and he actually did, before their
eyes, by casting off his remaining members,
and seeming to crumble all to pieces at once.
"I have no patience with the star-fish! "
exclaimed the scallop-doctor. "They often
kill themselves, if every thing does not suit
their fancy. They just seem to shake off
their limbs at pleasure, and there is an end
of them. But what is the matter with you?
Do you suffer from headache or indiges-
tion ? "
"I have had a fall," said the little crab.
"I feel very queer."
Rest and quiet will restore your nerves,"
said the scallop-doctor, who then gave the
crab patient three pills, made of three grains
of sand, took his fee, and bustled away again,
for he had a large practice and great repu-






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station, having studied in the herring school
of medicine.
The little crab sat quietly under the shel-
ter of the large stone, and presently a her-
mit-crab came jogging along, carrying his
house, a comfortable whelk-shell, upon his
back. "The hermit means mischief,"
thought our hero, watching the other's
movements quietly, and certainly he was
behaving very strangely. He dragged a
bit of meat to a certain spot, and left it as
a kind of bait, while he hid himself by
closing the door of his house. A second
hermit now appeared, looked around cau-
tiously, and began to nibble the tempting
m orsel.
In a moment, the first hermit opened his
door gently, and thrust out his claws, in-
tending to drag his brother from his shell,
and try it himself instead, for the hermit-
crabs like to change their houses as often
as the Americans.






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"Not so fast," and the little crab strolled
out to devour the meat without any invita-
tion. As he was quite a giant for size,
compared to the tiny hermits, they did not
dare interfere.
"Doctor Scallop's pills must have given
me an appetite," said the saucy fellow, wink-
ing one eye at the enraged hermit. "Let
not your angry passions rise, friend, and
learn to be contented with your own house."
"It is a rickety, tumble-down affair,"
grumbled the hermit-crab. Then he boxed
his enemy; but the latter only chuckled,
and continued to eat the meat at his leisure.

"The best-laid plans of hermit-crabs
Will sometimes go astray."

This the little crab considered very witty;
but the hermit could see no point to the
sarcasm whatever, and the flounders quite
agreed with him in opinion.
"I shall not go to the hermits to learn
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good manners, anyway," observed the little
crab, sidling onward, quite refreshed by
the hearty meal, or the three sand-grain
pills he had taken. "I am in search of my
great relations," he said to the angler-fish,
which was half buried in the sand, with
only the broad, flat head and two staring
eyes visible.
"The sea is a wide place," replied the
sluggish angler, opening an immense mouth..
"Ask the cockles any questions, as they roam
more than I do."
The cockles skipped and walked by means
of a beautiful scarlet foot, protruded between
the shells, and they ran so fast that the
little crab could with difficulty overtake
them.
"The prawn lives round the corner," they
said, and skipped forward again about their
own business.
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no more questions, but pretend that I know
everything."
The little crab trudged on bravely after
forming this resolution, and, as a matter of
course, he met the prawn just coming out
of his dwelling, dressed for a party. Do
you know what that means? Why, the
prawn had been scrubbing his armor any
length of time with the fine brushes or tiny
hand-claws with which he was provided,
until it shone like polished enamel. The
prawn replied to the little crab's polite
greeting in rather a patronizing way, and
then he said his carriage was waiting. He
was a great dandy, and must be carried to
the party on a couch of sea-weeds, drawn
by a dozen shrimps.
"It is the sea-urchin's reception, you
know," drawled the prawn, reclining upon
the sea-weeds with languid elegance.
Why don't you come, too? asked the
shrimps; they were only hired for the oc-






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casion, as the prawn did not keep a car-
riage.
"You may jump up behind for a foot-
man," said the prawn, and the little crab
clung to the floating weeds, thinking it
great fun.
"This is eating humble-pie," he thought.
"The prawn evidently considers me only a
very commonplace person, compared with
himself."
The sea-urchin's reception was considered
a very fashionable affair. All the fish came
from far and near to attend it, although
they did not do much else but stare at each
other, and make remarks upon their neigh-
bors' scales, much as mortals comment about
dress, when they arrived.
The little crab's eyes were dazzled by so
much splendor.
Mrs. Sea-urchin, looking exactly like a
small ball of sharp spines, had selected her
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rocks grew the brilliant sea-flowers, which
spread all the bright colors of the rainbow
in honor of the occasion; the coral branches
also blossomed with the feathered heads of
the tiny polypes, living inside the stone
dwelling they had built, and the sea-weeds
formed a soft carpet, although very few of
the guests walked, but swam instead.
The jelly-fish gave light from their trans-
parent bodies, like globes of pale green fire,
and the star-fish linked their long arms to-
gether in a wide circle, while the whole sea-
urchin family went rolling about to form a
prickly hedge and preserve order.
The cod, the pretty flying-fish, closely
followed by the graceful dolphin, and even
a fleet of nautiluses, furled their sails, so that
their little boats might sink to the bottom.
All presented their compliments to Madame
Sea-urchin.
A dark object glided through the water,
and hovered directly above the reception-






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party, causing the fish to dart away and
hide from the terrible shark, whose great
cruel teeth glittered in his frightful jaws.
The shark laughed at the terror his pres-
ence created.
"Why have I not been invited to the
party? What makes you all run away in
such a hurry? If I do not devour you,
another shark will, in time. It all amounts
to the same thing in the end. I eat the
large fish, and the large fish eat the little
fish, and the little fish eat the worms or
slugs, and the small lobster-people eat each
other, I suppose."
The shark laughed again in a cruel way,
for he gloried in his stout armor and terri-
ble strength- then glided away swiftly.
"The little lobster-people, indeed!" cried
a lobster, jerking the water about with his
tail, in a state of great excitement. Here
was the little crab's great relation at last.
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said, walking around the lobster to admire
him.
"There is something in that," replied
the lobster; and his anger cooled enough
for him to cast a favorable eye upon a
small crab which displayed so much wis-
dom.
It is always pleasant to be bigger than
somebody else, if it is only in the large size
of one's shell, and the lobster took the little
crab under his protection at once. Now
the little crab did not intend to become a
toady; it was only his good luck to have
said the right thing in the right place,
and thus he found favor with the great
lobster.
"If I may measure your size and the
length of your feelers with this string of
sea-weed, I should like to carry it home to
the old crabs."
So the lobster was measured, and this
put him in a very good humor indeed; but





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the prawns and shrimps giggled together
over so funny a proceeding.
"If any of you treat the little crab un-
kindly, he has only to tell me of the offence,"
said the lobster, grandly; and the prawn
dandies and the merry shrimps ceased to
laugh at once, asking if they could be of
any service to their dear cousin.
"Will you drive home with me ? said
the handsome prawn.
"I shall not be your footman any longer,
thank you," said the saucy little crab.
"Supper! cried the sea urchin, and
every one of the fish guests began nibbling
what suited their taste best. Each brought
their supper with them, as Mrs. Sea-urchin
was too small to travel about and find the
proper food for dolphins and sword-fish;
she would have been a hundred years doing
that. Some of them tasted the food so many
times on the way that there was none left,
just as little boys and girls take a crumb






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from the nice cake in their baskets, until
not even a plum remains.
The star -fish and crabs danced Scotch
reels to their own music; the mackerel
waltzed until it made one giddy to look at
them; the codfish aristocracy had a quad-
rille by themselves in deep water, for they
were very select in their feelings, and did
not like to be too easy in their manners.
As for the porpoises, they chose the
polka, as they could splash about and puff
a great deal in that dance, like the noisy
fellows they were.
"This is going into society," said the lit-
tle crab, jumping gayly backward and for-
ward. Then he made an offer of marriage
to a little shrimp lady, and she told him
she was already engaged to the sea-urchin's
eldest son, with her papa's consent.
"In that case I shall remain an old bach-
elor," said the little crab, "or drown myself;
I don't really know which course to take."





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There are good fish in the sea as ever
were caught," said the pretty little shrimp
lady.
The sea-urchin party closed in great con-
fusion. The wicked shark was seen again
approaching, with two other sharks follow-
ing, expecting to share a royal feast.
The dolphin made a snap at the flying-
fish, and they darted to the surface, where
they could spread little wings, and leap a
few yards in the air; but the dolphin swam
stealthily below, and when they fell back
into the sea again, he ate them up. Away
flashed the other fish, too, before the cruel
enemies, the sharks; and the troubled waters
seemed sparkling tracts of silver until they
had disappeared.
The little crab went home with the lob-
ster on a visit. Now he had reached a
high round on the ladder of glory. An
invitation to the lobster mansion was not
received by a common crab every day.






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The lobster lived in a hole, and he sprang
into it backward in a very expert manner.
The very first thing he did was to snub the
little crab visitor for telling his opinion of
something. What right had a crab -a
poor relation -to think at all, when the
lobsters could think for him ?
If the little crab had belonged to the
lobster scale of society, the lobster would
have listened to him politely, especially if
he had happened to live in a larger hole
than he did himself, or had a longer tail;
but being only a crab -what a difference
that made! Although he dearly loved to
talk about his own greatness, the crab soon
saw that the lobster was striving to get into
the notice of large fish, just as he longed to
be intimate with the lobster.
"That is the way," he thought. "I envy
the lobster, and he, in turn, envies some-
body else. After all, I may as well be a
crab as anything larger in size."





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The little crab felt very much happier
when he had pondered over this idea.
"Where are you going ? "
"Home to the shore, where God placed
me," said the crab.
"I feel ill," sighed the lobster, faintly.
"I am growing too fat for my shell. Oh
dear I must burst."
The lobster slipped out of the covering
of one claw exactly as he would have taken
off a boot; then he worked at another, and
still another, until all his claws were free
from the hard casing, which had become
too small. Next his shell armor cracked
open, and by degrees he cast away the
whole old suit of clothes, as he no longer
had any need of them. The lobster was
now only a helpless mass of tender flesh,
quite unprotected from his enemies, until
his new skin should.harden into another
shell, and permit him to brave the perils
of the outside world.






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The little crab laughed aloud at his funny
appearance.
"Dear cousin," ',- : ,1 the proud lobster,
shrinking back into his hole out of sight,
"do not tell my brother lobsters that I
have lost my shell, for they will surely
come and eat me up before I can defend
myself."
Never fear," replied the little crab; "I
am going straight home to my own people.
I like to be with equals, and I enjoy free-
dom of speech, instead of having my ears
boxed if I make a remark, even upon the
weather."
When he reached the shore again, in his
own peculiar sideway-fashion of walking,
the old crabs said:
Have you learned as much as you ex-
pected, on your travels ? "
"A great deal more than I expected. I
have learned to stay at home."
Would you believe it?--the boastful





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little crab was never heard to speak again
of his great relations.

The tin soldier was quite hoarse when he
finished; he had talked himself black in
the face.
The crying-baby president had listened
very politely for awhile, and then her night-
cap was seen to nod forward once or twice,
until she went fast asleep.
The other dolls, however, were loud in
their praises of the story, and the soldier
himself. Each little lady doll took an arti-
ficial flower from her dress, or a scrap of
ribbon, and these were woven together into
a garland for the gallant major-general to
wear.
When the wreath was placed on his head,
and a bouquet stuck on the point of his
bayonet, he looked funny enough to Katie,
who could not help laughing, although he
was a splendid hero to the dollies.






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"Oh!" screamed the crying-baby, awak-
ing suddenly, for the naughty jack had
slyly pinched one of her toes, and then he
looked away innocently.
The simple crying-baby was very much
confused, and pretended that she had not
been asleep at all, although she should have
been forgiven, for they were keeping very
late hours certainly, when she was usually
packed away in her cradle by seven o'clock
in the evening.
"That is all very well in its way,"
said a voice from a box in the corner; "but
what point has the story? What influence
will it have on the doll's club, and of what
possible use can it be to us in the nineteenth
century, who enjoy the telegraph, the print-
ing press, and the railroads, to hear about
life under the waters ?"
"A fishy subject, certainly," assented the
walnut chairman, who did not know who
had spoken, yet did not wish to be behind






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in finding fault, if there was any fault-find-
ing to be done.
"I thought the point a sharp one, since
it was all about crabs and lobsters," began
the poor soldier, in self-defence.
"A nipping argument," chuckled the
jumping-jack, slapping the tin man on the
shoulder approvingly.
"I have tried to do my duty, ladies,"
said the soldier, making a stiff military
salute, and marching back to the wooden
box where he belonged. "I had better
return to my post, or the men may become
unruly. A great deal is expected of a
major-general in the way of discipline,
whether he is made of tin, or some other
metal."
Hie showed himself to be a coward then,
for he ran off to escape from the sharp
comments which rattled about his ears like
hail.
To tell the plain truth, the poetess Clo-






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if I was not made of a wish-bone, and might
crack."
"I will do it for you, missus," cried the
jack, popping up out of his box; but no-
body noticed his remark.
Polly was at once turned against by all
her tiny companions. They fastened her
hands together with a bit of ribbon, and
forced her to sit down in a brass-bound
wash-tub as a punishment. There she sat
in the tub, (there was no water in it, for-
tunately,) a terrible example to all evil-
doers.
You must stay there until you beg the
crying baby's pardon," said the old walnut
Quakeress; and Polly, of the battered
countenance, had a very obstinate look, as
if it would be a long while before she
yielded.
The crying baby was good nature itself,
if she did not know much of the world, and
she would have freed the naughty doll pris-






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rinda was glad to see the last of him; she
was half afraid his story had proved more
interesting than her poem.
"It is my turn now," said the genteel
wax lady. I have just thought of a very
interesting story I heard when I was in the
toy-shop, before I came here. Now listen:

THE WAX LADY'S STORY.
PAULINE.

Pauline entered the golden gate, beyond
which frowned two forts to defend the en-
trance, and saw the city spreading roofs
and steeples for miles away toward the
dusty, barren highway leading into the
interior of the country.
To be sure, Pauline did not see the view
with her own glass eyes from the deck, as
the steamer glided through the tranquil
waters, for she was packed away snugly in
a gentleman's portmanteau, which smelt
of leather, soap, perfumes, and cigars all
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together; but then the Geneva watch lying
beside her, and the Lyons velvet dress, knew
everything, and had talked about it during
the voyage.
Do you know what I am saying? Pau-
line was a French doll, with the latest
Parisian wardrobe, and a kind uncle was
taking her to a little girl in San Francisco.
Pauline was very expensive--a princess
could not have played with a higher-priced
doll; but the people of California are as
generous-hearted as the land in which they
live, richly gifted by nature with gold and
silver.
After a great deal of bumping and jolt-
ing, the lid of the box in which Pauline
lay was lifted, and two friendly little faces
peeped in at her. What shouts of delight
there were over her clothes! Mamma
dressed her first as a bride, in a white satin
robe, with a wreath of orange blossoms on
her head, and a lace veil. She was so






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splendid then, that Floy and Charlie did
not dare to touch her. Then Pauline came
out of mamma's skilful fingers (for she
alone could manage all the little strings
and hooks) ready for a walk down Mont-
gomery street, in a black-silk street costume,
with panniers and ruffles, a large waterfall
pinned on beneath a stylish little bonnet,
boots not an inch long, with French heels,
and tiny kid gloves to match. Oh! she
was altogether lovely.
When the kind uncle came in the even-
ing, Pauline was arrayed in purple velvet,
with a train, trimmed with pearl beads,
feathers, and lace; but she was rather too
much dressed for good taste, and that she
knew herself very well, being a French
doll.
"What am I to do?" said Pauline to the
jumping-jack, when she was placed on the
nursery table for the night.
"Cut capers, as I do! cried the jump-






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;I-j. k,, for he was a merry fellow, and he
sprang like a grasshopper over her head to
show her the way to do things.
"Nonsense!" said Pauline, angrily. "It
is my dress I think about. I should be at
court, and nowhere else, my wardrobe is so
rich."
Yes, I have heard that was all French
women cared for," said the jumping-jack.
"It saves a world of worry now, to be made
of pasteboard as I am, with your legs painted
one color, and your body another, and there
is an end of it until you wear out."
I have always heard that it was better
to die than to live out of Paris," said Pau-
line, and she snubbed the poor jumping-
jack so that he laid down upon his paste-
board back on the table, and said no more.
Mamma thought Pauline too much dress-
ed for every-day wear, also. She made a
neat little frock, such as Floy wore, and
packed the rich clothes away in the minia-






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ture trunk with trays, and a real brass lock,
in which they came, to be taken out only
on great occasions when Floy gave a tea-
party, or her birthday came.
"It really has no style," said Pauline,
looking at the plain, clean little frock dis-
dainfully. Why could I not have a robe
de chambre, and go at home looking like a
fright? That is what we French ladies are
used to, and we do everything right."
No one would have known now that
Pauline was anything but a common doll,
if it had not been for her fashionable wig
of hair and gold ear-drops, which were
hooked through holes in her head, and
could not therefore be removed.
Every day Pauline was taken out to walk
for her health, and she stared with round
eyes at the many Chinese she met; she had
never seen such queer people before, with
long tails of hair braided down their backs,
and odd caps upon their heads. Floy and






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Charlie were quite used to the Chinamen,
who toiled so faithfully and patiently, always
hoarding sufficient money out of their say-
ings to have their bones taken back to
China for burial, if they never saw the
native land they loved so well again in life.
The Chinamen blinked at Pauline with
their clever eyes, and no doubt they
thought -
"We can carve little figures on ivory
with rare skill; make the most delicate
china, and weave the richest embroideries."
But the French doll held up her head
proudly, and passed on to be admired, for
she was very vain.
At length it became known that a dread-
ful disease had taken root among the closely
crowded houses of the Chinese, which was
spreading with fearful rapidity over the
city. It was very sad, certainly; but Pau-
line took the disease, although the rest of
the household escaped. A bit of orange






THE DOLL'S CLUB. 87

merino, fastened to a stick, was hung out-
side the nursery door as a warning pesti-
lence-flag.
Charlie put on a pair of rusty spectacles,
rims without any glasses inside of them,
his father's Panama hat, a large coat, with
the tails dragging on the ground, and car-
ried an umbrella he was the doctor.
Pauline lay on the little doll-bed, with
the curtains drawn, and a silk coverlet over
her. All the other dolls and toys were
ranged around her bed, to show their sym-
pathy at her illness; even the jumping-
jack was there, leaning with one knee bent
forward against the bedpost, and that
showed he had a good temper after the
snubbing she had given him.
Nurse knocked at the door, which was
locked.
"Can't come in now," said Charlie, from
under the big hat. "Pauline's got the
small-pox dreadful bad. Don't you see the






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yellow flag outside? She'11 die pretty soon,
I s'pose, and then we'll open the shutters,
and you can see to sew."
Nurse went away laughing.
Charlie came back to the bedside, where
Floy was fanning the sick doll with one of
Pauline's own fans, a bit of feather no
larger than a penny.
"Let's give her lots of medicine," said
Charlie, briskly, and he proceeded to pile
up two dozen sugar-plums for pills, which
Pauline was to take all at once; then put
some sugar and water in a bottle, and made
several powders of salt and pepper beside.
"I guess she's dead now, Floy," said the
doctor, looking at the clock, and thinking
he should like a game of ball pretty soon
with some playmates. Now for the fune-
ral, hurrah!"
No wonder poor Pauline was dead; the
medicine would have killed her, if the
small-pox had not.






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She was wrapped in a tissue veil, put in a
tin cracker-box, and taken out to the grave
under a geranium-bush in the garden, after
Floy had put on mamma's black riding-
habit, and a shawl belonging to nurse.
Charlie put a sun-bonnet on the dog, and
a cloak around the cat's neck, in spite of
her stri.:..l.:, for they were to be chief
mourners, walking upon their hind legs
very properly, while the little boy and girl
sang a Sunday-school hymn -quite out of
tune still there must be music over Pau-
line's grave. Floy carried an armful of
dolls, which she placed on the ground; but
their tiny feet could not stand in the soft
soil; so they toppled over, some lying flat
on their noses in the grass, some caught on
the bushes by one arm, in great disorder.
Mamma knew nothing of Pauline's ill-
ness and death. She glanced out. of the
window, and saw the children lift some-
thing wrapped in a tissue veil out of the






90 THE DOLL'S CLUB.

tin cracker-box, and place it in the earth.
Suspecting mischief, she hastened down
into the garden, only to find the French
doll neatly buried, Charlie being the grave-
digger on this occasion.
We can undig her, you know," said the
boy; and Floy looked very solemn now that
the doll seemed lost in the dark ground.
Master Charlie was ordered to undigg
her" as quick as possible, and fortunately
the damp earth had not yet injured her
delicate face. The dog and cat wriggled
out of their funeral garments gladly, and
scampered away, while Floy gathered up
the other mourners, the dollies.
Mamman said that Pauline had been
shamefully ill-treated, and Pauline herself
was of the same opinion.
The French doll was dressed in her ele-
gant robes again, and placed upon a pedes-
tal within a glass case, where all her beau-
ties could be admired without being touched






THE DOLL'S CLUB. 91

by rude little fingers. The sunshine spar-
kled through the glass prison in clear rays,
displaying Pauline to the best advantage,
and many a group of little girls gathered
around the table to gaze at her.
Now for the first time the French doll
understood the cleverness of the Chinese
who had walked past her on the street.
Opposite to her stood a handsome cabinet
of perfumed wood, which held funny little
gods in shrines, delicate pictures on rice
paper, and quaint musical instruments, in-
laid with silver and ivory. There were
fans also, and a screen of damask, with a
cock wrought upon it, whose tail flashed
back all the colors of the rainbow at once.
"We are very quiet and well-bred here,"
said the mosaic table, and the table felt
very proud of itself because it was an Ital-
ian, and every little bit of mosaic had been
matched into the proper place.
"We like a trifle of music, though," rus-





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tled the rice-paper pictures, and the little
figure upon them beat drums, and pounded
little gongs, until the porcelain vases rat-
tled. One C'in. -- lady, with her hair
screwed up on long pins, and her cramped
feet peeping now beneath the rich robe,
swept her slender fingers over the chords
of a harp, and then her companion pictures
beat the gongs harder than ever in their
delight.
"The more noise the better," was their
motto. Bring altars of holy water, and
burn wax. lights before us," said the little
heathen gods in the shrines.
We can burn prayers and silver paper
-that will answer as well," said the
fans.
"Why don't the cock do something?"
asked a statuette, pointing a broken finger
at the screen, which was to be mended, and
that was why the statuette was there.
"My wings are heavy with gold, and my






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feet are stitched fast to the silk," replied
the cock.
He could not even crow, as he expected
to do.
"This is much better than the noisy nur-
sery; I have a crystal palace all to myself,"
said PauNne, spreading out her train as a
peacock does his gorgeous feathers. "It is
rather dull, to be sure; but I like to feel
safe within glass walls whenever that dread-
ful boy Charlie comes into the room. If
one must live out of Paris, it is better to
have a case to oneself in this way, instead
of having an attack of illness, and getting
buried in the cold earth. Ugh! that is
disagreeable. I will just stand stiff- so! "
On the table, with the sunlight falling
through the glass dome, she stands to this
day, and it is the proper place for her.

"I am quite hoarse. I should like some
lemonade after talking so much," said the





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wax doll; but she was obliged to eat a gum-
drop instead, which she did very daintily,
for fear of soiling her painted lips.
Suddenly the crying-baby sat up erect in
her arm-chair for the first time.
"We have had nothing to eat ourselves,"
she said. e
"Literary dolls should not think of such
matters," said Clorinda, severely.
"I am the president, if you please," re-
turned the crying-baby, with a great deal
of dignity. "I propose that we have a tea-
party, instead of so much dry talking about
nothing."
"What! exclaimed Clorinda, pushing
her flaxen hair on end.
I mean what I say," retorted the crying-
baby, w.,i I her head. "You have all had
your own way, and now I will have mine.
We shall all feel better for a cup of tea."
"I have heard before that you were fond
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"Well, suppose you have? A good appe-
tite is no disgrace, I hope."
Hunger made the president quite savage.
"Shall I set the table, ma'am ?" piped
the trim waitress in pink calico, with a
white apron. "I have served in the baby-
house for two weeks at least, and the dolls
there were very particular, not to say fine,
in their notions, because they wore kid slip-
pers."
The crying-baby nodded her head in
assent, and away whisked the trim waitress
about her business, all the other toys help-
ing her to drag out the round dining-table,
spread the cloth tidily, and arrange the
tiny dishes.
The waitress felt very important that she
had so many under her to obey her orders,
for she had done all the dining-room work
by herself in the baby-house. She bustled
here and there, training all her assistant
dollies about, and once she boxed the billy-






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goat's ears soundly, because he did not carry
a little basket in his mouth properly.
At last the table was ready.
In the centre stood a china vase, filled
with blue muslin forget-me-nots; before the
crying-baby was a pewter tea-urn and ser-
vice, in which the tea hissed and bubbled
merrily; while the wax doll served wooden
cakes and painted cherries, china tarts and
pies, and the others seated themselves for
their share.
The crying baby presided with much
good humor and many chuckles, while Clo-
rinda drank so much tea that her friends
feared she would have an attack of nervous
headache.
Amidst all the clatter of little spoons and
teacuips, Katie was not neglected or forgot-
ten, for she was given a cup of tea also, (the
size of a thimble,) and a slice of the wooden
cake, which tasted better than could have
been expected. It was great fun to take






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tea with the dolls as Katie did, not when
they sat stiffly in their proper places in the
daytime, but when each toy played itself,
briskly and delightfully.
The paper dolls being made of only one
thickness of paper, naturally had no room
in their inside for supper, yet they did not
like to appear entirely different from the
rest, especially when the pasteboard people
held their own at the festive board.
How do you suppose they managed?
Each doll took her share of the eatables,
and when nobody was looking, threw the
food over her shoulder to the elephant, who
had such a good appetite that he gladly ate
every morsel, and even then his flannel
body was by no means plump, because it
had been so often pinched by little fingers
into strange shapes.
None of the other dolls noticed the mode
of eating adopted by the paper dolls, but
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Katie saw it all quite plainly as she looked
down upon her tiny companions.
The dolls talked and quarrelled, and
made it up again by kissing each other
penitently.
Nobody knows how much more they
would have done before the club broke up,
had not the clock struck the half-hour
warningly.
"Remember that nurse comes home soon,
and will catch you at your pranks," said
the clock, for it had a care of things,
although it was placed high on the mantel-
piece.
"So soon exclaimed the toys, sorrow-
fully.
"Dear, dear! I wish she would stay away
longer!" echoed Katie, looking at the clock.
"Are you sure you keep good time? "
"I never lost or gained two minutes in
my life," replied the clock, much offended
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Then the crying-baby skipped into the
wicker cradle, and drew the bed-quilt up
over her shoulders; the walnut-faced chair-
man stepped up beside the inkstand and
pen-rack, to receive further ink-stains upon
her gray-cloth petticoats; and the china
dollies skurried off to various corners where
they belonged.
The flannel elephant tramped over behind
the rocking-horse, where he had a stable
made of two old geographies, with a slate
for a roof, and the worst of it was the driver
must go too, as he was fastened with glue
into his seat on the elephant's back.
The paper dolls slipped into their enve-
lope mansion noiselessly, none the fatter
for their late supper; and all the whip-tops
and balls bounced different ways; so that
in five minutes everything was in its proper
place.
"I thank you very much, you lovely
dollies, for so much fun," said Katie, whose






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eyes sparkled with happiness over the en-
tertainment, in which the children who
owned the dolls had not been allowed to
share.
"We have enjoyed ourselves, too," said
Clorinda, graciously: then she leaned back
on her dainty sofa, to spend more time
thinking of sweet poems--provided she
does not break, or burst at the darned place
in her back, which, of course, she may do
at any moment.
"We wanted to repeat a play," said the
jew's-harp and the candy guitar.
"I knew the history of a mouse perfectly
well," added the bodkin, and my story
would have had a point to it, for I do no-
thing which is not pointed," and the bod-
kin thrust itself through the embroidery,
just to show what it could do.
"Don't talk about points," said the darn-
ing-needle.
"Not when I am near, certainly," re-






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torted the fine cambric needle, looking
scornfully at its coarse sister, the darning-
needle.
What is all this about ? cried a little
voice in the Chinese box, and out flew a
delicate sheet of rice-paper, on which was
painted a Chinese man in a richly embroi-
dered robe. "DoQ I smell tea, or does my
nose deceive me? "
"You are rather late in the day; we have
drank every drop," said the crying-baby,
drowsily, in her cradle.
Who are you ? We all wish to have a
chance to tell our little stories, too," grum-
bled the bodkin.
"I am the Emperor of China," replied
the gentleman on rice-paper; "but it is
evident that no one appreciates my high
rank and position here. The climate is
cold, and the people are cold. I belong in
the warm countries."
Now it happened that the wind had crept