A CHINESE DOLL SHOP.

“Auntig, I think a doll shop in China must be a very
funny place, and not at all like the shop you took me to
the other day when you bought me this lovely Miss Daisy.”
So said Norah, running up to her aunt clasping a big
flaxen-haired doll, with large blue eyes that opened and
shut. ‘Yes, Norah, it is a very different place, I think, too,
You would not see any dolls like yours in a Chinese shop,
with such lovely light hair and dressed like Daisy is.
Instead you would see queer-looking little dolls with, bald
heads, except perhaps for a tuft of hair here and there, and
they would be dressed in quite a different way. The heads,
too, of many of them would wag backwards and forwards
as if they were nodding to you.” “ How curious, Auntie!
I do wish that I had one just to put with my other three
pets.” “Well, Norah, if you are a good girl,” said her
aunt, “the next time that I go to London I will see if I
can get a real Chinese doll for you; and now, I daresay,
if you ask. Miss Holmes she can tell you a lot about China
and the people, who, in their dress and dolls and toys, are

so unlike us.” So away went Norah to Miss Holmes.