So again the dolls were put in their brown paper cover and sent away with farewell kisses . `` This now is genteel and just suits me , '' said Dora , as they drove along with little Clara to the handsome house where she was staying . `` I have a feeling that she is a spoilt child , and we shall not be as happy with her as with the dear Poppleheimers . We shall see , '' answered Flora , wisely , for Clara had soon tossed the dolls into a corner and was fretting because mamma would not buy her the big horn to blow on . The party started for New York in a day or two , and to the delight of Flo and Do they were left out of the trunks for Clara to play with on the way , her own waxen Blanche Marie Annabel being too delicate to be used . `` Oh my patience , this is worse than tumbling about in a mail-bag , '' groaned Dora , after hours of great suffering , for Clara treated the poor dolls as if they had no feeling . She amused herself with knocking their heads together , shutting them in the window with their poor legs hanging out , swinging them by one arm , and drawing lines with a pencil all over their faces till they looked as if tattooed by savages . Even brave Flora was worn out and longed for rest , finding her only comfort in saying , `` I told you so , '' when Clara banged them about , or dropped them on the dusty floor to be trampled on by passing feet . There they were left , and would have been swept away if a little dog had not found them as the passengers were leaving the car and carried them after his master , trotting soberly along with the bundle in his mouth , for fortunately Clara had put them into the paper before she left them , so they were still together in the trials of the journey . `` Hullo , Jip , what have you got ? '' asked the young man as the little dog jumped up on the carriage seat and laid his load on his master 's knee , panting and wagging his tail as if he had done something to be praised for . `` Dolls , I declare ! What can a bachelor do with the poor things ? Wonder who Maria Plum is ? Midge will like a look at them before we send them along ; '' and into the young man 's pocket they went , trembling with fear of the dog , but very grateful for being rescued from destruction . Jip kept his eye on them , and gave an occasional poke with his cold nose to be sure they were there as they drove through the bustling streets of New York to a great house with an inscription over the door . `` I do hope Midge will be a nicer girl than Clara . Children ought to be taught to be kind to dumb dolls as well as dumb animals , '' said Dora , as the young man ran up the steps and hurried along a wide hall . `` I almost wish we were at home with our own kind little mothers , '' began Flo , for even her spirits were depressed by bad treatment , but just then a door opened and she cried out in amazement , `` Bless my heart , this man has more children than even Mr. Poppleheimer ! '' She might well think so , for all down both sides of the long room stood little white beds with a small pale face on every pillow .
All the eyes that were open brightened when XXXXX and his master came in , and several thin hands were outstretched to meet them .
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