He says there's a whole family now inside him, making such a noise he can hardly hear himself speak.

It's enough, he says, to drive a respectable bag mad, and he must blow up if it goes on.

Dear me! I must look into this.

Milly, come here!" Milly came near, and Aunt Emma opened the bag solemnly.
"Now, Milly, I'll hold it for fear it should take it into its poor head to blow up, and you put your hand in and see what you can find." So Milly put her hand in, feeling a good deal excited as to what might happen--and what do you think she brought out?
A whole handful of the most delicious dolls:--cardboard dolls of all sorts and kinds, like those in mother's drawer at home; paper dolls, mamma dolls, little boy dolls and little girl dolls, baby dolls and nurse dolls; dolls in suits and dolls in frocks; dolls in hats and dolls in nightgowns; a papa in trousers and a mamma in a magnificent blue dress with flounces and a train; a nurse in white cap and apron and the most bewitching baby doll you ever saw, with a frilled paper cap that slipped on and off, and a white frock with pink ribbons.

And the best of these dolls was, that each of them had a piece of cardboard fastened on behind and a little bit of cardboard to stand on, so that when you spread out the piece behind they stood up as naturally as possible, and looked as if they were going to talk to you.
"Oh, Aunt Emma, dear Aunt Emma!" cried Milly, beside herself with delight as she spread them all out in her lap.