Don't you say a word; you needn't cry; you've been dreadful naughty." Ellen set the doll, face to the wall, in the corner of the closet, and left her there.

Then she crept back into bed, and lay there crying over her precious baby shivering in her thin night-gown all alone in the dark closet.

But she was firm in keeping her there, since, with that strange, involuntary grasp of symbolism which has always been maintained by the baby-fingers of humanity for the satisfying of needs beyond resources and the solving of problems outside knowledge, she had a conviction that she was, in such fashion, righting wrong and punishing evil.

But she wept over the poor doll until she fell asleep..