CHAPTER XIV.
BROTHER COPAS ON THE HOUSE OF LORDS.
All love being a mystery, I see no reason to speculate how or why it came to pass that Corona, who already possessed two pink and waxen girl-dolls, and treated them with the merest contempt, took this black manikin of a Golliwog straight to her heart to share its innermost confidences.
It happened so, and there's no more to be said.

Next morning Corona paid an early call at the Nunnery.
"I'm afraid," she said in her best society manner, "this is a perfeckly ridiklous hour.

But you are responsible for Timothy in a way, aren't you ?" "Timothy ?" echoed Nurse Branscome.
"Oh, I forgot!" Corona patted the red-trousered legs of the Golliwog, which she held, not as little girls usually hold dolls, but tucked away under her armpit.

"Timothy's his name, though I mean to call him Timmy for short.

But the point is, he's becoming rather a question." "In what way ?" "Well, you see, I have to take him to bed with me.