human
I wish I had an Indian doll, Mr. Moonman! said Fluff one night, after I had sung this ballad to her.
gpt
A little pappoose! it would be so nice!
human
Nothing is easier! I replied.
gpt
Take Katinka, there, who has long black hair; stain her face and neck with walnut juice, and paint her with stripes and spots of red and yellow. Then wrap her up in a blanket and put some beads round her neck, and you have an Indian doll. She will be a truly lovely object, according to Indian ideas, which indeed may not be quite the same as your own, but what of that?
human
Thank you kindly, Mr. Moonman! said Katinka, who was spending the night on Puff's bed.
gpt
I am very sure my dear little mother will do nothing of the kind. Walnut juice, indeed! and for me, who have the finest complexion in the doll-house! You might take Sally Bradford, now, and she would not look more like a witch than she does now; but I am a French doll, and am not used to such treatment.
human
Don't abuse Sally Bradford, Miss! I said.
gpt
She is an excellent doll, for whom I have a great respect; and as for your fine complexion, why, we all know that 'handsome is as handsome does;' and I should like to know who does all the work in the doll-house. But speaking of witches, I wonder if Puff has ever heard the story of the witch who came to see little Polly Pemberton. That is a queer story.
human
No, I have never heard it, Mr. Moonman! cried Puff eagerly.
gpt
Was it a real witch? do tell me the story!