Where: Connaught Square

Who: Clod Iremonger

We went to the drawing room. I couldn’t see Irene at first, there was so much clutter. Indeed I do not think I had ever seen such a room for bits and pieces, for collections, for keepsakes, for mementoes for gilt mirrors, for rocking horses, for globes, for trainsets, for wooden blocks, for elaborate birdcages with model birds inside them, for dolls – most of all for dolls, large and small all seated here and there and all about.

Irene Tintype was sitting just as still as all the other dolls, only difference was the faint clouds of black smoke coming out of her mouth