She hugged the doll, and kissed her wildly, then she shook her.

"You have been naughty," she whispered--"yes, you have, dreadful naughty.

No, don't you talk to me; you have been naughty.

What right had you to be livin' with rich folks, and wearin' such fine things, when other children don't have anything.
What right had that little boy that was your mother before I was, and that rich lady that gave you to me?
They had ought to be put in the closet, too.

God had ought to put them all in the closet, the way I'm goin' to put you.