“I liked her sweet face very much,” said the most beautiful doll, who was dressed in pink satin. “She was very kind to the little dog.”
“A cozy place is my choice,” said the lass who wore wooden shoes. “I hope I shall live where everything is kept warm and cheerful.”
“Yes, that is really where you belong, I suppose,” said the Eskimo boy. “These clothes will be too warm if I am taken to one of those houses where the rooms are all as hot as a summer’s day.”
“Where should you like to go?” asked the little Dutch maiden.
The Eskimo boy thought for a moment, and then said, “I hope I shall live with some romping boy who will take me with him when he makes a snow man. That would be jolly!”
“Oh, do you think so?” asked the tiny doll dressed in green gauze.
“That I do,” he answered. “I’m from the north, where there is nothing but ice and snow.”
“I would rather stand here in the show window than on a parlor mantel,” pouted little Kewpie.
“Never mind, dear,” said the Japanese doll, “I think you are to go to a lovely little girl. I saw one looking at you this afternoon, and she clapped her hands with delight when she saw you.”
“Where do you think you will go?” asked Kewpie.