Lucina's doll was very large, and finely attired in stiff book-muslin and pink ribbons.

She wore also pink morocco shoes on her feet, which stood out strangely at sharp right angles.

Lucina sometimes eyed her doll-baby's feet uncomfortably.

"I guess she will outgrow it," she told herself, with innocent maternal hypocrisy early developed.
When Lucina laid aside her work and began nursing her doll her aunt looked up from her writing.

"Are you enjoying yourself, dear ?" she inquired.
"Yes, ma'am." "Would you like to run about the garden ?" "No, thank you, ma'am; I will sit here and hold my doll.