table.
"You will not mind waiting a few minutes before I show you my dolls? There is a dress I must finish. It is
promised, and soon the little one to whom I have promised it will come. It will not take me long."
"Why, no," I answered, and dropped into the chair.
She said, softly: "It is quiet here. And you seem weary. You have been working hard, eh? And you are
weary."
I sank back into the chair. Suddenly I realized how weary I really was. For a moment my guard relaxed
and I closed my eyes. I opened them to find that the doll-maker had taken her seat at the table.
And now I saw her hands. They were long and delicate and white and I knew that they were the most
beautiful I had ever beheld. Just as her eyes seemed to have life of their own, so did those hands seem