It is only the way that poor people are treated that frightens me." Again Robert had a sensation of moving unobtrusively aside from a direct encounter.

He looked across the room and started at something which he espied for the first time.
"Pardon me," he said, rising, "but I am interested in dolls.

I see you still keep your doll, Miss Brewster." Ellen sat stupefied.

All at once it dawned upon her what might happen.

In the corner of the parlor sat her beloved doll, still beloved, though the mother and not the doll had outgrown her first condition of love.