A handsome doll, possessed of a stately and dignified mien, is dressed in the style of a French Marquise of the ancient régime. A trained skirt of cherry-colored satin opens in front and discloses a white silk petticoat, ruffled with blond lace. The waist is made surplice with a blond chemisette. Sleeves tight to the elbow, where they form a ruffle lined with blond fluted lace. Filigree necklace and bracelets. Cherry satin high-crowned hat with tiny tufts of white ostrich feathers at the side.
Another is a younger lady with a pretty blonde face of wax—arms and limbs ditto—blue eyes of glass, yet not glassy—and golden curls of real hair. When standing—and she preserves her equilibrium admirably—she is quite tall, three feet and a half indeed. In a reclining position her eyes close as if in slumber. Her clothing, made in her native city, Berlin, is exceedingly stylish. A dress of white poplin gored á la princesse is elaborately braided with blue. Her girdle is of blue silk, with reticule attached containing a tiny mouchoir and porte-monnaie. She wears a jaunty little white felt hat and long blue veil, and high Polish boots of bronze, adorned with tassels and gilt buttons.
A happy-faced bride wears a white silk trained dress with lace tunic, blond veil and bandeau of tiny white flowers, gloves of white kid, buttoning up to the elbow, bouquet, lace kerchief, and pearl jewelry.
Another young lady is a miniature copy of a New York belle. She has a bisque head, hazel eyes, rosy cheeks, and sunny brown hair arranged with short curls over the forehead, and large braided chignon. Her dress of blue poplin, of Pyne's best Irish, is made and trimmed in the prevailing style —gored tight in front with a long train. A trained petticoat of crinoline supports her when standing, and displays the graceful sweep of her flowing skirt. Gilt ear-rings and pin.
A saucy little body is jauntily attired in a street suit of Bismarck velveteen—short skirt, redingote, and toquet, such as are seen every fine afternoon on Broadway.
Still another with baby face, light frizzed hair, and night-dress, says papa and mamma when pressed to do so. Lying down she folds her arms and closes her eyes in slumber. One, very small, is put to sleep in a swinging cradle by pulling a cord at the side. On pulling another string she opens her eyes; at a third pull she cries; a fourth jerk and she throws up her arms; one pull more and she sits bolt upright, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Besides these there are tanned leather dolls warranted to fall without breaking, and to wash, with soap and water, without fading. There are rubber dolls dressed in crocheted suits, and in Scotch costumes. Again, there are Papal Zouaves, gay hussars, Swiss peasants, and Russians clad in furs; Napoleons with fierce eyes and fiercer mustache, beside meek little little Riding Hoods; angel dolls in cherub array, with a sash about the waist and outspread wings; bootblacks and contrabands; whole families of paper-dolls, with mamma and daughters displaying the latest Paris fashions; rattle-dolls á la Japanese, with little jingling bells every where, and an ivory handle; patriotic misses draped with the flag; and china-dolls provided with three changes of dress.