It is the best picture yet.

I carry it next to my heart because you made it, because it is of her.

And she sits up now?
Well, I will miss the big clothes-basket.

I loved to see her in it.

Years ago, when I left home, she was trying to crawl out of it.
What you tell me of her--knowing what you mean when you say "Kitty" and "Bunny"-- is wonderful.