She held it up and looked at it.

It was about the size of the first joint of her little finger.
"To think that I should have been dancing with you on last night!" she said to the shoe.

"And yet the cuckoo says being big or little is all a matter of fancy.

I wonder what he'll think of to amuse me next ?" She was still holding up the shoe and admiring it when Dorcas came with the hot water.
"Look, Dorcas," she said.
"Bless me, it's one of the shoes off the Chinese dolls in the saloon," exclaimed the old servant.

"How ever did you get that, missie?
Your aunts wouldn't be pleased." "It just isn't one of the Chinese dolls' shoes, and if you don't believe me, you can go and look for yourself," said Griselda.