Of course I can tell her face.

Dolls look a good deal alike, I suppose, but I tell you I loved this doll, and I remember her face, and that little cast in her left eye, and that beautiful, serene smile; but there's something besides.

Once I burned her head with the red-hot end of the poker to see if she would wake up.

I always had a notion when I was a child that it was only a question of violence to make her wake up and demonstrate some existence besides that eternal grin.

So I burned her, but it made no difference; but here is the mark now--see." Ellen saw.