"Then comes the painting. One girl does nothing but paint the lips.
Another one does the cheeks. Still another, the eyebrows. Even then
Miss Dolly looks like a bald-headed baby till her wig is fastened in
its place."

"I like the yellow hair best," said Bertha. "But it isn't real, is
it, papa?"

"I suppose you mean to ask, 'Did it ever grow on people's heads?' my
dear. No. It is the wool of a kind of goat. But the black hair is
real hair. Most dolls, however, wear light wigs. People usually
prefer them."

"Do little girls in Sonneberg help make the dolls, just as Bertha and
I help you on the Santa Claus images?" asked Gretchen.

"Certainly. They fill the bodies with sawdust, and do other easy
things. But they go to school, too, just as you and Bertha do.
Lessons must not be slighted."

"If I had to help make dolls, just as I do these images," said
Gretchen to her sister as their father went out and left the children
together, "I don't believe I'd care for the handsomest one in the
whole toy fair. I'd be sick of the very sight of them."

"Look at the time, Bertha. See, we must stop our work and start for
school," exclaimed Gretchen.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning, but school would begin in