His mistress has a daughter of nine. She is clever for her age, very good with her needle, and handy at dressing her doll.
That night mother and daughter turn the doll’s cradle into a bed for Gulliver. They put it in a small drawer of a cabinet, and set the drawer on a hanging shelf out of the rats’ reach. That is his bed for as long as he stays with them.
The girl is so deft that after watching him undress once or twice, she can dress and undress him. But whenever he can manage it himself, he does not put her to the trouble.