This tickled Mr. Sloppy as an extraordinarily good joke, and he threw back his head and laughed with measureless enjoyment. At the sight of him laughing in that absurd way, the dolls’ dressmaker laughed very heartily indeed. So they both laughed, till they were tired.

“There, there, there!” said Miss Wren. “For goodness’ sake, stop, Giant, or I shall be swallowed up alive, before I know it. And to this minute you haven’t said what you’ve come for.”

“I have come for little Miss Harmonses doll,” said Sloppy.

“I thought as much,” remarked Miss Wren, “and here is little Miss Harmonses doll waiting for you. She’s folded up in silver paper, you see, as if she was wrapped from head to foot in new bank notes. Take care of her, and there’s my hand, and thank you again.”