Her lips were thick and her nose was blunt; she wore her hair turned up, and twisted into a knot on the top of her head; her hood was thrown back, and inside of this hood there was a baby--a small and a very fat baby! It was, so to speak, a conglomerate of dumplings.

Its cheeks were two dumplings, and its arms were four dumplings--one above each elbow and one below.

Its hands, also, were two smaller dumplings, with ten extremely little dumplings at the end of them.

This baby had a nose, of course, but it was so small that it might as well have had none; and it had a mouth, too, but that was so capacious that the half of it would have been more than enough for a baby double the size.

As for its eyes they were large and black--black as two coals--and devoid of all expression save that of astonishment.
Such were the pair that stood on the edge of the ice-belt gazing down upon Dumps and Poker.