A Doll's Diary by Thomas Anstey Guthrie — Read

_January 1._ -- Just had a brilliant idea -- _quite_ original. I don't believe even any human person ever _thought_ of such a thing, but then, -- besides being extremely beautiful and expensive, with refined wax features and golden hair -- I am a very clever doll indeed. Frivolous, no doubt; heartless, so they tell me -- but the very reverse of a _fool_. I flatter myself that if _anybody_ understands the nature of toys, especially _male_ toys -- but I am forgetting my idea -- which is this. I am going this year to write down -- the little girl I belong to has no idea I can write, but I _can_ -- and better than _she_ does, too! -- to write down every event of importance that happens, _with the dates_. There! I fancy _that_ is original enough. It will be a valuable dollian document when it is done, and _most_ interesting to look back upon. Now I must wait for something to happen.

_January 6._ -- Went to Small Dance given by the Only Other Wax Doll (a dreadful old frump! ) on the Nursery Hearthrug. Room rather nicely illuminated by coloured fire from grate, and a pyramid nightlight, but floor poor. Didn't think much of the music -- a fur monkey at the Digitorium, and a woolly lamb who brought his own bellows, make _rather_ a feeble orchestra. Still, on the whole, enjoyed myself. Much admired. Several young Ninepins, who are considered stuck-up, and keep a good deal to their own set, begged to be introduced. Sat out one dance with a Dice-box, who rattled away most amusingly. I understand he is quite an authority on games, and anything that falls from his mouth is received with respect. He is a great sporting character, too, and arranges all the meetings on the Nursery Race-course, besides being much interested in Backgammon. I _do_ like a Toy to have _manly_ tastes!