"And it is as large as a real, live baby, and has such a sweet, dear little face, and such pretty little hands, just like a real baby's--and the dearest little toes, too," she added, kissing them.

"I love it already, the little dear! and how prettily it is dressed, too, like a little baby-girl." He enjoyed her pleasure intensely.
"But you have not come to the bottom of your bundle yet," he said; "see here!" and he showed her quite a pile of remnants of beautiful lawns, muslins, silk, etc., which he had bought to be made up into clothing for the doll.
"I did not buy them ready made," he said, "because I thought you would enjoy making them yourself." "Oh, how nice, papa.

Yes, indeed, I shall enjoy it, and you are so _very_ good and kind to me," she said, holding up her face for a kiss.

"Now, with you beside me, and plenty to do making pretty things for this dear new dolly, I think I shall hardly mind at all having to stay in the house and keep still.

I'll call her Rose, papa, mayn't I?
for dear Miss Allison." "Call it what you like, darling; it is all your own," he replied, laughing at the question.
"I'm its mother, ain't I ?--and then you must be its grandfather!" she exclaimed, with a merry laugh, in which he joined her heartily.
"You ought to have some gray hairs, papa, like other grandfathers," she went on, running her fingers through his hair.