on the left enjoying herself on her bare little feet.
Is she going into the water?
in a totaly other outfit, Doris send this poem with her picture:
Zwergnase's Margali Dreaming,
always asleep, who makes me think
of The Lady of Shallott. "
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott. "