Say your grace now." "Thank God nice bweakfast, Amen." "That's right! Now open it, then." "No, not now." "Drat the child! Well, wipe your face, then." Angelina carried her parcel to the window, and then, after gazing at it for a long time, at last opened it.

Her eyes grew wider and wider, her chubby fingers trembled.

Nurse undid the wrappings of paper, slowly folded up the sheets, then produced, all naked and unashamed, a large rag doll.
"There! There's a pretty thing for you, Miss 'Lina." She had her hand about the doll's head, and held her there, suspended.
"Give her me! Give her me!" Angelina rescued her, and, with eyes flaming, the doll laid lengthways in her arms, tottered off to the other corner of the room.
"Well, there's gratitude," said the nurse, "and never asking so much as who it's from." But nurse, aunts, all the troubles and disappointments of this world had vanished from Angelina's heart and soul.

She had seen, at that first glimpse that her nurse had so rudely given her, that here at last, after long, long waiting, was the blessing that she had so desired.

She had had other dolls--quite a number of them.