See how she is smiling at you.

She wants to be friends with you.

She wants you to kiss her, little Wonder." "Oh, no! no!" almost screamed the little girl.
But suddenly a cruel whim to insist came over the father, and, half-coaxingly and half-forcibly, he held her up to the image, stroking its white cheek to reassure her.
"See, how kind she is, little Wonder! See how she smiles--how she loves you.

She loves little girls, and she never sees any up here in the lonely wood.

It will make her so happy.