The St. Ulric doll had been glanced at, laid on the table, and forgotten. At length Nelly wearied of so much splendor, and her mother found the Paris doll too fine for every-day play. Nelly noticed the St. Ulric doll then.
"You have no clothes, poor thing," she said.
She opened her own work-box, sought in a bag for a piece of blue flannel, and began to sew. Soon the St. Ulric doll was clothed. To be sure, her gown was like a bag tied about her neck.
Nelly's mother, a pretty widow, said, "I did not know he loved me."
Nelly whispered to the St. Ulric doll that her mother was to marry the shy gentleman.
"I thought there was a good reason for bringing us across the sea," said the St. Ulric doll to the mechanical bear and the Paris lady.
The latter was out of temper.
"Already the little girl loves you best, because she has made your gown herself," she said.