The first thing that greeted the Little Colonel's eyes when she opened them next morning was her mother's old doll.

Maria had laid it on the pillow beside her.
It was beautifully dressed, although in a queer, old-fashioned style that seemed very strange to the child.
She took it up with careful fingers, remembering its great age.

Maria had warned her not to waken her grandfather, so she admired it in whispers.
"Jus' think, Fritz," she exclaimed, "this doll has seen my Gran'mothah Amanthis, an' it's named for her.

My mothah wasn't any bigger'n me when she played with it.

I think it is the loveliest doll I evah saw in my whole life." Fritz gave a jealous bark.
"Sh!" commanded his little mistress.