Mliss had a doll, but then it was emphatically Mliss's doll--a smaller copy of herself.

Its unhappy existence had been a secret discovered accidentally by Mrs.Morpher.It had been the old-time companion of Mliss's wanderings, and bore evident marks of suffering.
Its original complexion was long since washed away by the weather and anointed by the slime of ditches.

It looked very much as Mliss had in days past.

Its one gown of faded stuff was dirty and ragged, as hers had been.

Mliss had never been known to apply to it any childish term of endearment.