and silk dresses, and mixed white pins and back-hair combs. Fina often wondered afterwards whether that pedlar was a real pedlar or a magician in disguise.
Now, Fina was an obedient little girl. She did not slip into the parlour to have a look round just because the door was open and no one was about. But she had not been forbidden to look in, if she got the chance, so she stood at the door and looked at the stuffed parrot, and the junk, and the rest of the things; and as she looked she started, and said:
'Oh! it will tumble down—I know it will—if a door banged even!'
And just then the front-door did bang, and the pagoda trembled; for it was standing at the very edge of the chiffonnier, and one of the little black, carved claw-feet of its stand was actually overhanging the chiffonnier edge.
'I must stand it steady,' said Fina. 'If I go and tell Miss Patty it may tumble off before I get back.'
So she went quickly in and took the glass case and stand and pagoda very carefully in her hands to move them back to a safe place.
It was this very moment that the foxhound
