A lightbulb moment

The postie delivered a parcel in the shape of an old lightbulb box this morning. B suddenly had a pale look of horror on her face.

Oh no! You know that cupboard I bought on ebay for Arthur's wall? It must have been for a doll's house!

How much did you pay?

You don't want to know!

She opened the box to find these. She'd forgot about them. I do worry about her.
They are small porcelain dolls known as feve and the French put them in brioche for some reason.
Sounds like a French dentist's profit making scheme to me.