Charlie wondered more and more, but he said nothing until the omnibus stopped and all the dolls got down. He found himself then hustled into a tiny train, the engine of which whistled loudly, and had a piece of cotton wool coming out of its funnel for smoke.
“Here is the Zoo,” said the doll; “and there are the animals going to bed.”
Charlie looked. Why, the Zoo was his Noah's ark, and the animals belonged to it! “This isn't the Zoo!” said Charlie.
At this point up came a very grandly dressed gentleman doll with an eye-glass.
“This gentleman would like a game of nine-pins, Lady Arabella,” he said; “pray come this way,” and he led them to a lawn where a set of nine-pins were.
“Those are my nine-pins,” cried Charlie.
“Nonsense!” said the doll. “They belong to this gentleman.”
“You are a very rude doll,” observed the possessor of the eye-glass to Charlie. “How dare you say my things are yours!”
“So they are,” shouted Charlie; “and I'm not a doll, and you are one, and you belong to my sister, and you are made of wax, so there!”
The gentleman doll grew very angry at this. “How dare you!” he said loudly. “Policeman! hi! Policeman!” and one came hurrying across the street.