She was as limp as any other doll when picked up, and hardly as heavy as a cat. But there was little more than the brush of porcelain ball joints when she was moved about at all--no clatter of gears anywhere inside.

But after a few turns of the key, the little doll started to jerk of her own accord as her eyes opened. It sounded as though there were turning cogs as joints started to move and come back to life.