The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-06-22
a visit to Toy Town.

ooh, dear whatever IS the Us6 Of
doing dull, old lessons this hot wealth
er?'' Here came a long yawn and
stretch, and longing glance of the
drowsy blue eyes toward the baby house
in the corner and then once more the
inky little fingers began their weary
journey over the copy-book.
g Delays are dangerous, d. d. l, 2,
3, A. I wish Miss Bruce would not set
such dull copies, and put in those stupid
figures at the end to fill up the line.
Thin up strokes, thick down strokes,
dot your is and cross your t's-' Delays
are -blot-sputter. And then some
how or other the words in Rosie's copy
. turned into "Dolls are delightful, y and
somebody called out, "Come along, Ro-
sic I'm off to Toy Town"
Rosie had never heard of Toy Town
before but, strange to say, she did not
feel at all surprised, but pumped up in
a great harry, saying, Eyes, I'll come !;
it's not very far, is it? Nurse is so cross
if [ am late for tea. and do hate being
scolded.
Soon they were jogging along the
road together, and Rosie found out that
her companions name was Goodchild,
and that she was the youngest of a large
family of little girls and boys, who had
all set off to go to Toy Town, but had
never got there md had come home dis
appointed. There were Miss Giddy and
Miss Idle and Master Jack Dawdle and
little Wilful and Ned Obstinate but
none of them had ever got to Toy Town.
"Why not?" inquired Rosie.
''Oh, because they wouldn' go the right
way, you know. There's only one way
to Toy Town but it's rather long
way, and they all got tired. But mean
to go on to the end so / have put on
my plodding shoes, and Aunt Industry
has given me nice strong stick called
Paying Attention, to help me over the
gates and stiles
Rosie thought it all sounded very
nice, and resolved TO go on to the end
too and as they went along, GOodchild
told her about Toy Town and its pleas
ures. j" It's ali games and fun and hoh-
DAYS there, she said g and it's all toys
everywhere. and you can play from
morning till night. All the trees are
Christmas trees, and the houses are
lighthouses and Noah's arks and the
carts are musical carts, with red wheels
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them fu.I Of real coal and the trains go
by clock-work, and have white wool
coming out of the engines to look like
smoke. Boys generally like Rocking
horse road best, because it's near where
the soldiers hve-tin ones, you know.
Real soldiers live in barrack +; but inc
toy ones have a box, because it's short
er word but It's very grand all the
same, with q glass top, and they
march about all in one position to the
sound of penny trumpets and whistles
and drums, with sugar plums inside.
Then there is Mr.. Jack-in the-box.
He lives halfway between Punch
and Judy and the baby's part, where
yellow-plush parrots, with feathers on
their heads and button eyes, fly up and
down on pieces of elastic, and make a
rattling noise inside; and there are
woolly lambs on green stands, and nice
soft dolls that do TO be sucked and can't
break. But the best place for dolls is
close to Skipping Rope square, after
you pass the bricks and picture books.
Some people call it Little Girls End,
and that's where / mean to go, If [ can.
There are several families of dolls.
There's Lady Wax's family. That's the
grandest of all. Many of them have real
hair, and eyes to open and shut, and
they wear clothes to take off. Their
there are the Woods and the Rags, anC
the Clutches and the Chinas, all of them
very nice IN different ways. The Wood:
are so strong, though they are generally
rather plain. The Chinas are capita
people for washing, and many of the
Miss Rags squeak beautifully when they
are pinched.
81 wish we were there !" cried Rose
and, just as she spoke, they turned down
a lane, which looked very long.
''Is this the way to Toy Town ?" sh'
asked cit looks very dull.
''Yes," said Goodchild; this Ii
Lesson-book lane, and Toy Town lies a
the other end of it.
''Does it take long2"
''That depends upon how fast you go
and how often you STOP" And, as sh
spoke, Goodchild began running alons
straight, narrow path, called A, B, G
and Rosie ran after, finding it cas-,
enough.
"It's all very well for you and me,
said Goodchild "but I know littl
girl called Laura Lazy, who would no
go even this little way SO she had to b
sent to very ugly place, called til
Corner, with no one to speak to but Lit
tie Dommy Ounce, who is the supplies
boy in the world"
Soon they came into broad plac
called Reading road, and this too Rosi
did not mind much, though she did nc
like having to climb over Spelling stile
which she thought very dull, and coul
not see the use of, though Goodchil
assured her that they would never gt