He had promised her last night that this should be a day of days.
Her aunts, appearing to receive thanks where thanks were due, darkened the doorway.
"Good-morning, mum.

Good-morning, mum.

Now, Miss 'Lina, thank your kind aunties for their beautiful presents." She stood up, clutching the doll.
"T'ank you, Auntie Vi'let; t'ank you, Auntie Em'ly--your lovely pwesents." "That's right, Angelina.

I hope you'll use them sensibly.

What's that she's holding, nurse ?" "It's a doll Mr.Edward's sent her, mum." "What a hideous creature! Edward might have chosen something---- Time for her to go out, nurse, I think--now, while the sun's warm." But she did not hear.