He always seemed to care for things if she wanted him to.
She had a big doll of which she was fearfully proud, though not so fond.
So she laid the doll on the sofa, and covered it with an antimacassar, to sleep.

Then she forgot it.

Meantime Paul must practise jumping off the sofa arm.

So he jumped crash into the face of the hidden doll.
Annie rushed up, uttered a loud wail, and sat down to weep a dirge.

Paul remained quite still.
"You couldn't tell it was there, mother; you couldn't tell it was there," he repeated over and over.