Old maids have much time amongst the unsatisfied and sterile monotonies of their life--this is only true of _some_ old maids; there are very delightful ones--to devote to fancies and microscopic imitations.

It was astonishing now how largely in Miss Emily Braid's life loomed the figure of Rose, the rag doll.
"If it weren't for that wretched doll, I believe one could get some sense out of the child." "I think it's a mistake, nurse, to let Miss Angelina play with that doll so much." "Well, mum, it'd be difficult to take it from her now.

She's that wrapped in it." ...

And so she was....

Rose stood to Angelina for so much more than Rose.
"Oh, Wosie, _when_ will he come again....