Up to the age of thirteen her experience with dolls was on the very largest scale. She had seldom less than twenty, each with its own wardrobe, ornaments, and possessions. Every night of her life the twenty dolls were undressed and put to bed before their mistress went; and all their clothes were neatly folded and put away separately. During the day, doubtless, each doll had its own career and position; was fed at table, fitted with new clothes, elevated into grandeur or repressed into humbleness. When their young mistress grew up they were doubtless laid aside, or transferred to other children, or banished to that dusty purgatory of the garret from which no doll is ever translated to paradise. I forget whether Hans Andersen has ever duly chronicled