evening dress.
The spinster!
Mincingly, the spinster-doll took the proffered hand. She jumped lightly to the floor.
Through the window came a fourth doll, all in spangled tights from neck to feet. It took a flying leap,
landing beside the acrobat-doll. It looked up at me with grinning face, then bowed.
The four dolls began to march toward me, the acrobats leading, and behind them with slow and stately
step, the spinster-doll and banker-doll-arm in arm.
Grotesque, fantastic, these they were-but not humorous, God-no! Or if there were anything of humor
about them, it was that at which only devils laugh.
I thought, desperately: "Braile is just on the other side of the door! If I could only make some sound!"