Charles Edward Carryl

“ He was a gorgeous creature, with bells on the seams of his clothes and with arms and legs of different colors, and he was lounging in an easy attitude with his right leg thrown over the top of a toy livery-stable and his left foot in a large ornamental tea-cup; but as he was fastened to a hook by a loop in the top of his hat, Dorothy didn’t feel in the least afraid of him.
“Thank you,” she replied with much dignity, “I’m not a dozen at all. I’m a single person. ”

“ Give me the old-fashioned kind—deaf and dumb and blind and stiff”—but by this time Dorothy, almost frightened out of her wits, had run away and was hiding behind a doll’s sofa.
“She’s a nice person to have charge of a shop,” she exclaimed indignantly, as she listened to the old dame scolding to herself in the distance. “The idea of not knowing human persons when you see them! Of course, being so small is rather unusual, and it’s really quite dangerous, you know,” she went on, giving a little shiver at the thought of what might have happened. ”

“ This struck her as being such a remarkable performance that she immediately began looking at one thing after another, and watching the various changes, until she was quite bewildered.
“It’s something like a Christmas pantomime,” she said to herself; “and it isn’t the slightest use, you know, trying to fancy what anything’s going to be, because everything that happens is so unproblesome. ”