Back from the coast, in the interior of the isle, lived the large dolls; in the mountains, the Indian dolls; in the hot part, the African dolls; in the cold part, the Esquimaux; in the tea-growing district, the Chinese, and so on, for every race of man was represented by these tiny creatures who lived, worked, and talked exactly as these races of people do on Earth. In fact, here was a good place to study the different peoples of the globe for, as Ione said, “Here you have the whole world in a nut-shell.” The dolls that landed from the little steamers at the wharfs represented as many different nationalities as one sees crossing the renowned bridge at Constantinople; the one where rumor says one can see every nationality on the globe pass every hour in the day. “Ione, do look at that Turkish doll with his baggy, yellow satin trousers, red fez, and long pipe!” said the Princess. “Yes, but he is not half as cute as that Chinaman with the long pig-tail and paper umbrella, who is fanning himself as he walks,” she answered. “I feel like a giant when I look down upon these tiny people,” said Harold. “I am afraid we may step on some of them. The largest one I have yet seen does not exceed six inches in height.” “There live on the farther shore of this island dolls that are as large as a two-year-old child,” explained Mercury. “See the dolls getting into street cars and carriages just as we do, when they get to the end of the wharf,” said the Princess. “And observe those express wagons loaded with trunks and the drays with merchandise, while the Clydesdale horses are no bigger than kittens,” said the Prince. “Listen,” said Harold, “I thought I heard a locomotive whistle.” “So you did,” replied Mercury. “Look to your left and you will see the most complete little depot, with waiting-rooms, lunch counters, ticket offices, etc., facsimiles of those on Earth.” “To be sure,” exclaimed Harold, “and there is a turn-table turning an engine at this moment, with little men working the switches.” “Had I seen this place when I was a little youngster,” said the Prince, “I should have had to stop to play with these fascinating little trains, especially those bound for the stock-yards, loaded with cows and horses no larger than the animals that furnish a good-sized Noah’s Ark.” “Let us float over the residence part and see what the houses look like inside and how these people live,” suggested Ione. “Suppose we follow this little lady who has just come out of that dry-goods store and entered her brougham with a coachman and footman on the box. The brougham drawn by the bang-tailed bay horses,” suggested the Prince. “Just the thing,” cried Ione. “No,” said Harold, “you girls go on while the Prince, Mercury and I go to the theatre.” “Very well. We must be off before we lose sight of our little lady’s brougham. See you later, au revoir!” cried Ione.