"Look at the gold on that girl's head--curly, fine gold, too--the best there is.

She's Betsey--my little toy woman--half past seven years old--blue eyes--helps her mother get tired every day.

Here's my toy man Josiah--yes, brown hair and brown eyes like Sarah--heart o' gold--helps his mother, too--six times one year old." "What pretty faces!" said the woman as she stooped and kissed them.
"Yes, ma'am.

Got 'em from the fairies," Samson went on.

"They have all kinds o' heads for little folks, an' I guess they color 'em up with the blood o' roses an' the gold o' buttercups an' the blue o' violets.