"Paper dolls! Then let's go somewhere else," said Uncle Henry.
As the visitors passed along the street a good many paper dolls came to the doors and windows of their houses to look at them curiously.
"I used to play with paper dolls myself, an' cut 'em out; but I never thought I'd ever see such things alive."
"Do you make all the paper dolls?" inquired Dorothy.
"But how do the paper dolls happen to be alive?" asked Aunt Em.
"Of course I was delighted with this present," continued Miss Cuttenclip, "and at once set to work and made several paper dolls, which, as soon as they were cut out, began to walk around and talk to me.
In one place a large group of especially nice paper dolls assembled to greet their Queen, whom it was easy to see they loved early.
The paper dolls were mowed down by dozens, and flew and fluttered in wild confusion in every direction, tumbling this way and that and getting more or less wrinkled and bent.
"And I had no idea it took so little to upset these paper dolls."
Miss Cuttenclip herself led them to the door in the wall, and as they passed along the street the paper dolls peeped at them half fearfully from the doors and windows.
It's nothing but limes now, for everyone is sucking them in their desks in schooltime, and trading them off for pencils, bead rings,
paper dolls, or something else, at recess.