'She won't play or laugh-she just goes for lonely walks round 'She's so old-fashioned!' whispered the toys to one another. Her dress, which was of blue silk spotted with yellow, came to her feet, and she wore brown kid shoes with laces. She had a big china head with brown hair, rather tangled. Be as quiet as you can.' The toys giggled. 'And pray don't disturb me at night with your chatter and play. 'If you speak to me you must call me Madam,' she told the toys.
Now the other toys in the nursery wanted to be friends with Florrie-but Florrie thought herself far too grown-up and grand to bother with young toys like the smiling sailor-doll, the blue teddy-bear, the golden-haired doll, and the pretty Snow-White with her black hair. She was proud because she had belonged to Katie's mother when she was a little girl- so you can guess that Florrie was very old indeed. Her name was A Florrie, and she belonged to Katie. She Wouldn't Believe It THERE was once a very old, very proud doll.