4 THE DOLL AND HER FRIENDS.

your sagacity has doubtless suggested to you my
name. I am, as you guess, a DoLL; and though
not a doll of any peculiar pretensions, I flatter my-
self that my life may not be quite without interest
to the young lovers of my race, and in this hope I
venture to submit my memoirs to your indulgent
consideration.

I am but a small doll; not one of those splen-
did specimens of wax, modelled from the Princess
Royal, with distinct fingers and toes, eyes that
shut, and tongues that wag. No; such I have
only contemplated from a respectful distance as
I lay on my stall in the bazaar, while they
towered sublime in the midst of the toys, the won-
der and admiration of every passing child. I am
not even one of those less magnificent, but. still
dignified, leathern-skinned individuals, requiring
clothes to take off and put on, and a cradle to
sleep in, with sheets, blankets, and every thing
complete. Neither can I found my claim to notice
upon any thing odd or unusual in my appearance:
I am not a negro doll, with wide mouth and woolly
hair; nor a doll with a gutta-percha face, which
can be twisted into all kinds of grimaces.

I am a simple English doll, about six inches
high, with jointed limbs and an enamel face, a slim
waist and upright figure, an amiable smile, an in-