One of the strange little "lost courts" given over to the Villagers and their pursuits.] And have you ever seen anything quite like that workshop?
A little light studio full of colour and the smell of paint.

On one side blue-green boxes stacked on shelves; on the other finished sample toys not ready to be boxed.

Shallow dishes of orange and emerald green and bright pink and primrose and black and vivid blue.
"Yes," says the girl who is working there--she is fair and wears a pale-green frock and a black work-apron,--"I do this part.

Mr.
Dickerman, the artist, makes the pictures or designs, then we have them turned out by the mill.

See"-- she shows queer shaped pieces of wood that suggest nothing to the casual observer--"Then the rest is done here!" The room is full of all manner of curious and charming playthings.
Here is a real pirate's chest for your treasures--the young workwoman is just painting the yellow nails on it--and here is a fierce-looking pirate with a cutlass for a bookshelf end; here is a futurist coat-hanger--a cubist-faced burglar with a jaw and the peremptory legend: "Give me your hat, scarf and coat!" Here is a neatly capped little waiting maid whose arms are constructed for flower holders; here are delightful watering-pots, exquisitely painted; wonderful cake covers, powder-boxes, blotters, brackets;--every single thing a little gem of clever design and individual workmanship.