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She stroked her father's hand, rubbed her head upon his sleeve; exactly as she would have caressed, had she been another little girl, the damaged features of her old rag doll. She was beginning, however, for the first time in her life, to love some one other than herself. He came, then, quite often to the nursery. He would slip in, stay a moment or two, and slip out again.
This special doll was a marvel of touching and persuasive grace, with a voice when Edward Henry could hear it that melted the spine. This special doll had every elegance and seemed to be in the highest pride of youth.
"Suppose this doll should suddenly have begun to speak, to move, and walk round, would not you have liked it?" "Oh, no!" exclaimed Celia. "What! a wooden thing speak and move! It would have frightened me very much." "Why should it not speak, if it has a mouth, and walk, if it has feet?" asked Isabella. "What foolish questions you ask!" exclaimed Celia, "of course it has not life."
The other little Bunkers wondered what had happened. At the other end of the car a woman rushed frantically along, holding out a doll. "Look! Look!" she cried. "Somebody took my dear baby and left this doll! Oh, conductor, stop the train!" Daddy Bunker seemed to be the first to understand what had happened. He hurried to Rose, and tenderly lifted up the little baby, which was now crying hard.
"Phronsie loves to hear them sing when she goes there. Oh! they are so cunning." "She'll want to give them her best toys and load them down with all her possessions. You see if she doesn't," warned Jasper. "Well, she won't give away her new doll, anyway," cried Polly. "No, she never gives away one of the dolls you've given her, father," said Mrs. Whitney slowly, "not a single one.
Lucina watched these little pictures, athwart which occasionally a bird flew and raised them to life. She held her doll primly, and her little work-bag still dangled from her arm. She would not begin her task of knitting until her aunt appeared and her visit was fairly in progress.
"And we'll take five baskets of lunch," Freddie was saying, "and my fire engine is unpacked now, so I can take that with us, and I'll squirt water on snakes and and other things." "Oh, snakes!" cried Mabel. "I hope we don't see any of the horrid things!" "I'm not afraid!" boasted Freddie. "Maybe there won't be any," suggested Nan. "Well, I'm going to take my doll, anyhow," said Flossie.
"Are you a doll?" asks Captain Marryatt, who is leaning over her. He is always leaning over her! "I never know what I am," says Mrs. Chichester frankly, her queer eyes growing a little queerer. "But Miss Bolton, how delightful she is! so natural, and Nature is always so so " "Natural!" supplies Mr. Gower, who is lying on a rug watching the game below. "Oh, get out!" says Mrs.
"Think what would happen if you hit the floor!" "Oh, I don't dare think of it!" mewed the China Cat, with a shudder. "I should be broken to bits!" So after that the Cat did not run quite so fast. Topsy was a very lively little doll. She skipped here and there, and kept the other toys laughing at her funny tricks and the queer way her kinky hair bobbed about her head.
She took her doll with her." "Where?" gasped Maria. "Nobody knows where," said Gladys, severely, although the tears were streaming down her own grimy cheeks. "She wouldn't be lost, would she, if folks knew where she was? Nothin' ain't never lost when you know where it is unless you drop it down a well, and you 'ain't got no well, have you, Maria Edgham?" "No," said Maria.
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