One night, at about twelve o’clock, a brown-haired doll with bright dark eyes said, “Oh! how glad I am the lights are turned out at last! I’m sure at least five hundred people stopped in front of this window to-day.”
“It has been a long day,” said the soldier boy who stood near her. “Even a soldier gets tired once in a while.”
“It is only a few days now until Christmas. I do wonder where we shall all be this time next week,” whispered a wide-eyed kewpie.
“Well, I hope I shall be in a pleasant, beautiful home,” said a lovely doll, smoothing out her pale blue silk dress. “A lady who wore a rich fur coat looked at me a long while this morning.”
“Some of us are sure to go to rich homes. You and I are worth a good deal of money. Indeed, there is only one doll in the show window more expensive than we are,” answered the golden-haired maiden in white lace.
“I suppose you mean the large doll dressed in pink satin?”
“Yes; I heard several children call her the most beautiful doll of all.”
“Did you notice the shabby looking little girl who stood before the window a long time this morning?” asked the doll in blue.
“I did!” answered the soldier boy. “She carried a cunning looking little dog in her arms. If I should go where that silky-haired dog lives my soldier clothes would be ruined in about ten minutes.”
“Well, I should be very unhappy, I’m sure, in that little girl’s home. She must be very poor.”