First Appearance of Jicks THERE walked in, at the open door of the room--softly, suddenly, and composedly--a chubby female child, who could not possibly have been more than three years old.

She had no hat or cap on her head.

A dirty pinafore covered her from her chin to her feet.

This amazing apparition advanced into the middle of the room, holding hugged under one arm a ragged and disreputable-looking doll; stared hard, first at Oscar, then at me; advanced to my knees; laid the disreputable doll on my lap; and, pointing to a vacant chair at my side, claimed the rights of hospitality in these words: "Jicks will sit down." How was it possible, under these circumstances, to attack the infamous system of modern society?
It was only possible to kiss "Jicks." "Do you know who this is ?" I inquired, as I lifted our visitor on to the chair.
Oscar burst out laughing.

Like me, he now saw this mysterious young lady for the first time.