It passed out of our family many years ago; doors and windows are missing and walls ready to tumble down.

You see that old locust tree against one side the ruined wall of the house ?" and with difficulty she broke a branch from the tree saying, "Look, see the sharp, needle-shaped thorns growing on the branch! They were used by me when a child to pin my dolls' dresses together.

In those days, pins were too costly to use; and look at that large, flat rock not far distant from the house! At the foot of that rock, when a child of ten, I buried the 'Schild Krote Family' dolls, made from punk (when told I was too big a girl to play with dolls).

I shed bitter tears, I remember.

Alas! The sorrows of childhood are sometimes deeper than we of maturer years realize." "Why did you give your family of dolls such an odd name, Aunt Sarah ?" questioned Mary.
"I do not remember," replied her Aunt.