Lulu. The captain.
Dan. Of course. But I mean passenger.
Lulu. Who was it?
Dan. Mademoiselle De Waxy, right from Paris.
Lulu. Oh, she’s a beauty! Don’t touch her, Bel!
Dan. Oh, no! Miss De Waxy mustn’t be touched. Miss De Waxy keeps by herself, and never speaks a word to the others, because they can’t talk French. Miss De Waxy, before she came over, thought all the American dolls were dressed in wild beasts’ skins. See, this is her fan, bought in Paris; and this is her gold chain. (Lays her carefully by.)
Bel. And who are all these little ones? (Pointing to row of small dolls.)
Dan. Those are the children just come from school, waiting for their lunch. See this cunning one! She doesn’t know O yet: she’s in the eleventh class.
Lulu. And who is that old one with that funny cap on?
Dan. Oh, this! (Taking up large old rag-doll.) Why, this is—this is old Nurse Trot. Poor old woman, she’s got a lame back, and she’s all worn out tending so many children; but she never complains, nor sheds a tear.